Good Eats and Thoughts of a Contemplative Feeler

After I finished up at church this afternoon, I paid a visit to my grandma and grandpa since it's been awhile since I went to go see them.  Today is fifteen years since my grandma passed away.  I visited them alone because I wanted the time to reflect and meditate by myself without anyone with me (dang my introversion haha).  Although I know that neither one of them are physically here, there's something deeply comforting being at their gravesides and spending time with God--as if they were both right next to me as I engage with the Father.  Not long after they placed her grave stone, my family took me to go look at it, which is when I left a letter for her expressing how much I would miss her.  I left a letter for her today...the exact amount of closure I needed. Dear Grandma, It’s been fifteen years since God decided that your journey on earth was at its end and he called you into your new journey into eternity.  I still remember the night when mom and dad found you

Since I graduating college, I thought I had myself all figured out when it came to how I do friendships/relationships.  I had convinced myself that the depth of a friendship directly correlates to the amount of quality one-on-one time I spend with someone.  In this new season of life thought, I'm learning that is not the case anymore...especially if I want to be the brother and friend God has called me to be. Awhile back I met up with a friend in order to catch-up and hangout.  Unknowingly I left that hangout with expectations about how our friendship would play out this semester.  By the grace of God, the Holy Spirit was able to reveal to me that I had formed these expectations and that these expectations were causing me to experience disappointment and to have conflicting thoughts/feelings towards this friend. "Does this friend truly love me?"  "Maybe my presence isn't as enjoyable as he said it is..."  "I don't think our friendship is a prior