Day of Renewal and Comaraderie

Thursday seemed like any other day as I headed in to work.  About an hour after I arrived, one of the owners showed up asking what I was doing at the shop.  Gently responding I was there to work as scheduled, he told me to take the day off.  Well, to have the day off at that point was irrelevant as I had already invested an hours' worth of work.  Considering this is how my luck usually runs, I simply took it in stride as this is an example how quickly things change in my life.  The day was not a complete loss as I had made arrangements to meet a friend at Noon.  My friend, Randy, wanted to meet for a smoke, see the shop where I worked, and to catch up on old times.  We formerly worked together downtown at Tobacco Lane on the Square and hadn't seen each other in well over two years.  Up till today, we would briefly chat via Twitter, but today we had agreed to meet for a time of fellowship.  What a time of blessing this was for us.  God was kind enough to bring me to an oasis, a reprieve, from the monotonous, unfulfilling life I grind out on a daily basis.  After about an hour-and-a-half of sharing, we parted ways resolved to meet regularly.  I was so pleased with the time of friendship, I was able to overlook the bungling of working and then not working.  This was the pearl in the oyster.  Thankfully, each day does have some hidden gem awaiting discovery to balance out the lack of joy in everything else.  Thank you, God, for your blessings of friendship.

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