I sit at the table and look around me. Food is being shoveled into mouths, forks are scraping against plates; the sight and sound of both send a tingle down my spine. I crave quiet, order and carefully grafted displays of etiquette. I see before me none of those things.
I see chaos. I hear noise. I cringe in the face of forgotten manners.
But mostly, I forget that those things don’t define this moment. My attitude does.
Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost. (Romans 15:13)
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