There’s a boy outside. A funny-looking boy. Standing in the middle of the plants.
But I ignore him. In fact, I’m oblivious to anything or anyone except the person who sits across the table–and the waitress who warms my coffee.
Today I share breakfast with Anne Lang Bundy who is on her way to the ACFW Conference in Indianapolis. I am excited to meet her in person. She breathes Jesus through her writing, but in her presence is His fragrance.
The hour goes by way too fast. We talk of Colorado and meeting our husbands and meeting Jesus, and we talk about our families. We talk about our writing, and we even dare to risk in our sharing. And in that time we get a brief glimpse through soul windows of joy and pain and trust and victory.
And then Anne pulls me into the land and lives of Saul and David and the people who surround them. Unpronounceable Old Testament names slip as easily from her lips as the orange juice she spoons on her pancake. Her words tumble and dance on the table, and I’m lost in her story. Here is a woman who is enthralled with the Bible, who wants to throw the window wide open to its freshness so others can inhale and become giddy with excitement, too.
I do not finish my oatmeal or my toast. I nibble on a few raisins. I’ve forgotten my disappointment in not being able to head south, too. I am more hungry to get home and “Berean” her thoughts. And I think that’s exactly how she’d have it.
I mean to have the waitress take our picture, but we’ve gone overtime, and Anne has to run, and I forget, and we hug and say goodbye.
So I snap a few pictures outside before I leave–because I have to.
And as I drive home, I begin to plan to be there next year. God willing.
Celebrating Window Views with Cassandra Frear at the Moonboat Cafe.