I decided to go into the corner of the lobby at our guest house for a short "quiet time." After awhile, the converstion floating over to me from the other end of the room seeped into my consciousness.
It was familiar talk...different accents maybe, but very familiar. A few young families were comparing notes of ministry, island living, what to do to prevent malaria, flying out to remote places, etc. Canadians, Americans, Germans...all experiencing like-circumstances, all having similar goals.
Shop talk seems to breed comraderie. What a privilege to be a comrade of this particular shop!
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