Parking the car.
How my hubby likes to park himself. As in, he's not a fellow who likes to move He likes to settle into a place and stay there.
Going to the park.
But what it really brought to my mind once I let my thoughts settle is this.
The first year we had an international student stay with us I brought him over to visit with a friends family and we went to the park to let the children play, and my friend grabbed my student off to one side and started talking with him, she understood his native tongue more than I.
As we were talking on the way home and our student had been grabbed up by one of the children, she started talking about how he was a hurt soul. How she was unable to get him to talk about what happened to him, but how she knew how much he needed God.
I remember feeling stunned that she had learned so much about him in 10 minutes. And resolved to talk with the young man more, despite the language barrier we had.
We had a good time together. I don't know if we ever managed to touch his heart for the Lord, but that 10 minutes in the park changed everything.
Free writing for 5 minutes, sharing and encouraging in a good group of folks.