I have lost count of the different conversations taking place. Laughter cuts in and there’s the sound of clatter as food is shared.
Listen to the sound of family, of friends, of new beginnings. Of the inter workings of grace.
One thing they tell you if you’re anxious: stop. Breathe. Listen.
I’m listening now. Listening to sound of God doing his holiest work. Healing through conversations.
It is lovely.