community is:

… apple pancakes.

… music at a smoky bar.

… discussions about what we’re going to look like when we’re 80.

… coffee.

… quick conversations while waiting to use the public restroom.

… tiramisu truffle, pinot grigio and the Culpeppers.

… rummaging through old records — hendrix, pink floyd, the beatles, olivia newton john, cream, led zeppelin, elton john — and all of the stories that go along with them.

… brisket.

… google searches on the names of God.

… late night deep, tear-inducing, conversations with my husband.

… long car drives to and from Denton.

… quick catch-ups about boys, dating, and marriage in between sunday morning services.

… watching Lost with my hubby.

… waking up to find dear friends have decided to crash on our couches instead of drive the long way home.

… shivering outside a bar to talk about license plates and responsibility.

… listening, listening, listening. not just hearing, but listening. not just speaking, but listening. not my words, but waiting for the right words. not just making noise, but building the kingdom – sometimes in pebbles, sometimes with stones.