SPOONS

Last night, I was invited to a small gathering of women by a friend of mine. I went reluctantly at first, knowing that she was the only person that I would know at this gathering. As we arrived, we walked up to the house and I was introduced to everyone. We ate, talked, and played a very violent game of SPOONS, of which I had never played before. For those of you that have never played this game, picture this: a bunch of well-dressed, "church ladies" of all ages diving across a table for a spoon, seemingly well-behaved on most days except for when they are the one left without the spoon. That's when the tantrums begin to surface and those same grown women that would never utter a belittling word, begin to shout accusations at one another. Yes, it's all in the name of a little friendly competition. As the night went on, my fears and apprehension turned to laughter. We had a great time and I really needed it. I started to realize on the way home, that I have been searching for a season of my life that has already passed, trying to reclaim it because I don't think I was entirely ready to give it up in the first place. Only in that revelation, did I find that what I have been longing for is here. I just haven't pursued it because of my own fears. Sitting there around that table reminded me of home. It brought to mind all of those times that I sat with my friends and talked about the same things. We are all different people, creatures of many habits with our own will to do things our own way, and yet we are all still the same in the sense that we require love and fellowship from others; a need to connect, to feel valued and loved and wanted. We are all searching and I am not alone.