Do you have eggs?

Ed and Dinah-Caroline, Wyatt, Melanie Kate, Jefferson- we've been friends for 15 years. The United States Air Force is the ticket for world travel for our friends-mainly we've kept in touch long distance, but sometimes we meet, like in an airport or a restaurant. . . two years ago John and I stayed with Ed and Dinah in D.C.- the boys remember our visit to the Air and Space Museum; I remember that Dinah's washing machine was broken-she was gracious and cheerful. Most of all we remember the deepest conversations shared about our Lord and life.

Last year our friends lived in Hawaii, next year Alaska. . .but for a 6 month interlude they reside in central London, Imagine that?

So, on the day of our arrival in London, after a bit of refreshment and still wobbley from jet lag, we boarded the train again at Bromley station along with Nathaniel and Abi. . .oh, so thankful for young ones to lead the way! We found Ed and Dinah's flat just a glance from Victoria Station. Jefferson came down the elevator to meet us-cute Jefferson barefoot in chilly London, "I'm use to Hawaii," he announced.

And after dinner Ed passed around the box of chocolates-a big box that Nathaniel had picked out at the train station-mmmm, English chocolates. . . another pass around the table-and worthy talk.

Dinah told Abi and me about her hospitality opportunities in London.

"I want to get better at hospitality," she said.

Really? I thought, you're leaving at 4 A M for France tomorrow, and here we are at your house for dinner tonight!

but I love her heart's desire to excel still more. . .

Then Dinah shared a memory about our mutual friend, Amy-one that I've tucked away. . .a memory of a morning years ago when Dinah and Amy were together with their children-it was lunch time but no food for lunch.

Do you have eggs? encouraged Amy, we can make egg salad and still be together. . .

hmmm, just eggs- and simple wisdom.

So, if you drop by, I'll have eggs. . .

(Ed and Dinah, we love you all-thanks for sharing yourselves, always)