new novel...

As I stare into his eyes I almost miss the waiter pouring an almost clear liquid filled with bubbles into the decorative glass, but then I remember nothing matters except his eyes. I only break from my stare when he moves to lift his glass and toast to of all things me, him, us. I agreeingly lift my glass and add God. He takes a drink sets his glass down and is silent the rest of the night. It could have been the best night in all my life, but he didn't know him, he didn't know my God. To quote an amazing song, "My God is an Awesome God," he would never know him unless I helped him, but then as I sat there in the deep silence he created I was having a heated debate with myself. Is it my responsibility to introduce the two most important people in my life or should they already know each other? Well eventually after the salad, meal, and half of the dessert I won the debate and spoke up about what I had said.

thats it for now.



God loves.