After an October snow storm which caused power and cable outages in multiples counties and states, we decided to move forward with our first Party of One communal meal scheduled for Friday, November 4th. As with any planned event (even those in mild weather) last minute cancellations are expected; they’re even factored into event planning equations. We had ours, too.
My husband joined us, wonderful sport that he is, and even acted as the event’s photographer. (See the picture.) Another woman, who heard about it at the ladies’ Bible study at my church, showed up though she didn’t know a soul. Another guest brought along a co-worker going through a tough time in her life.
We ate, we shared, we laughed and we lifted each other up. We even tried our best to encourage the waitress who’d been working long overtime hours in the aftermath of the storm.
In all, there were five at our first Party of One communal table, or six if you include our waitress who felt comfortable enough to admit her exhaustion, confess her limitations
and ask for our patience.
I could have been disappointed in the small number—but I was not. It happened as God ordained it. How could anyone be disappointed in that?