A woman from church invited me to come for coffee a few weeks ago. I think she's part of the pastoral care team from church, although I've gotten to know her through choir. But she's known of the challenges I've faced the past few months, and had invited me to come along to her home sometime for coffee and conversation (box of tissues optional!). In spite of my good intentions, I had not managed to find time to take her up on her kind offer. Recently she asked if I really did want to visit, only because she didn't want to keep pestering me to come for coffee if I really wasn't interested. I assured her that I wanted to, but just hadn't found the time yet.
This morning I decided it was time to go visit this lovely and welcoming soul. I called and she said to come right along. I arrived around 10:30 or so, thinking to visit for perhaps an hour...and stayed for three. She made us delicious coffee (she has a coffee press, which made a brew of gorgeous colour and flavour), which we drank out on her front deck, while engaged in conversation amid trees, squirrels, and birds of various species.
As we chatted and shared some of our stories, we discovered many common threads in our lives and personalities. After a while, she made us a light lunch of egg salad sandwiches (on her homemade raisin brown bread), carrot sticks and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. We probably would still be talking if life's demands hadn't gotten in the way. She had to pick up her granddaughter at school, and I had to take my oldest daughter to an appointment.
The visit was an unexpected blessing for me, in that it was a pleasant surprise to have felt so comfortable talking with her. And I told her so. She felt a nice connection as well, saying as I left that we'd just cemented a friendship. I look forward to seeing her again at choir practice on Thursday!