Katie writes about it
and I was touched by how she captured our connection and how vulnerable we can make ourselves as we offer a hand to someone new.
I'm not a very social person, outside of blogging. I tend to hole up and write in my spare time, my hobbies are singular. I'm perfectly happy being by myself for days on end. But it's always interesting when you meet someone in person that you'd only known online. I met my husband after he'd been my closest friend on the internet which then switched to lots of long phone calls over a period of several years. On the day I met him in person, although I would have never with my scientist's brain said "love at first sight", as I waved to him under the fierce August sun it was as if the earth had released some secret store of its fiery heart, and I felt more alive than I had in 20 years. Two years later we were married.
Then sometimes you meet someone that bears so many similar stories to your own, someone whose absolute presence was literally brand new to you, someone so near, yet still almost a stranger, and you find, to your delight, that with them you a greater sense of your view of the world than you had known when alone.
My husband and I aren't really set up for visitors. We have just one bedroom, the master bedroom having been turned into my office for writing my books and a den to watch old movies at night on the large computer monitor. But we regularly have people over for meals, widows, and widowers, and the elderly from the church, people that went to university with my husband and friends I had before I met him.
Such moments, whether with old friends or new, enrich us in the same way. As people who have lived life fully, sometimes recklessly, sometimes isolated by our own accord, we have all had our hearts broken at one time, sometimes more than once. In that brokenness, so many things can enter our hearts - fear, shame, betrayal, anger, hope, faith. But when gathered around a table, holding hands and saying the blessing, there is only acceptance of those bits of those elements of light and dark that find a home in a human heart. That is our blessing at our own table, just as it's our forgiveness at the Lord's.