I recently bumped into an old friend whilst dining out with the family (& a family friend). He was there with his family, and was gracious enough to get up from the table to embrace me during this unexpected juncture.
This old friend is an exercise addict, therefore he's built like an underwear model. As such, putting my arm around his back meant I didn't feel anything but sinewy muscle versus the typical sponginess of Mississippi man fat. Those few moments were electric. I caught up more with him / gained more from him via that opportunity to embrace than I could have via 30-minutes of dialogue.
Last week, I had a free night and ventured to an off schedule Samson Society meeting, but no one else showed up. And neither this weekend nor last was I able to meet with my Silas.
And here on the homefront, we're right in the heart of May, by far the busiest month of the year.
I'm so sick of my family. So ready for a break from all of them. Living only with women is absolutely exhausting at times.
Oh Lord Jesus, give me strength.
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