Thursday was my Friday, and it felt like it. Class ended and even though I attempted to continue studying Hebrew, my brain told me it would not tolerate such a thing. And so I sat in the student center and worked on some other things and it was desperately quite in there and the clock ticked away like molasses on a cold day. Even Marilyn noted as she walked out of her office at one point, “This day is going so slow!"
In the midst of my writing the latest This Week At Asbury communication, Marilyn came walking out of her office and said to me, “Come on, let’s go outside. Let’s lay in the grass.” And when Marilyn makes a comment like that, it is generally spoken quickly and with her on the move. Marilyn does not dilly-dally. She was all the way to the door before I had hardly gotten out of my chair, but she waited for me as I hurried over and wandered outside. So for a few minutes, Marilyn and I lay on the grass beneath a tree, looking up at its branches and noticing its bark looked like camouflage. How strange. What did we talk about? I don’t even really remember now, but it was blissfully delightful!
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