Watching Birds Fly

I just got back from driving my brother to a friend's house.

I didn't want to do it, I'll admit that much. But I did out of the pure goodness of my soul (what little there is). I was pretty close to making him suffer an afternoon alone at home, but decided to be nice. (I know, it was tough)

I had every intention of driving him, dropping him off in the driveway and taking off home again. ( you know, because that computer solitaire was calling my name)

Upon entering the rural gravel driveway, he told me I had to come in and meet the puppies. (which I have not seen yet although they're already 5 months old) Because I am helplessly in love with animals of almost any kind, I was obliged to be filled with joy and enter the house in search of said puppies.

At the door I was met by sister of friend of brother. I haven't seen her in a while, not much since her brother broke his collarbone on a youth group trip and was poorly cared for. (which was not any one's fault in particular)

Brushing off brief feelings of guilt for neglecting this girl, I was led to the backyard where I met the puppies (such joyful creatures) and somehow randomly decided to talk to said sister of said friend of said brother.

It wasn't something I had previously had any intention of doing. I had planned on leaving without any meaningful human interaction. But something made me do it.

And I was glad.

We proceeded to have a rather nice conversation about school and work. Meaningful contact with this girl who probably needs my positive input and friendship more than I know. Why do I shrink from this contact? Why do I run away and try to live in solitude? It's not good for me and it doesn't benefit anyone else by any means.

I was made to be relational. I feel it deep in my soul. It's innate, irreplaceable, unquenchable. I can't rid myself of it. And thank God!

Micha.

Labels: relationship, solitude