Revelations.

Tonight, the camera didn't click too often.  In fact, what you see is what i have.  I normally would be quite disheartened at this, for i find so much enjoyment in documenting an event through my lens.  Pictures tell so many stories and i absolutely adore it. But tonight, things were clicking in my mind and heart instead of in my hand..

Here they are.  My apartment 228 girls.  The first roommates the Lord brought to me, which He did in such a crazyneat way.
My heart is warm.
This 'fancy' dinner idea sprouted from reading a delightful little book, Bread and Wine.  The author's whole point of the book is to help one discover how sharing a meal can be one of the best, intimate ways to share hearts and lives.
My sweet roommates and I discovered how true this is.
We just talked. For hours. We poked fun of each other and we giggled at old memories. We passed plates and nibbled at bacon-wrapped figs even after they were cold and opened another wine bottle when we sipped away the first.  It was so real.  A time of getting to share the wonderful joys of current life, even if they are small, to people that were actually truly eager to listen. A time of opening up the inside messes, even when we did't want to, because it would've been easier to give cliche answers instead of bringing forth the truth.  Because when you share the truth, when we share how life really is, how we honestly feel when we're going to bed at night, or the thoughts that run through our minds when we're happy or lonely or confused...when we share those things over the table, with the common bond of love and sustenance in between us...that's when friendship really forms.  That's when it clicks. This, this right here is community. This is doing life together.  This is how the disciples felt when they got together and broke bread and prayed and celebrated Jesus.  This is truly being present.  This is what it feels like to be.