“Oh brother I can't, I can't get through, I've been trying hard to reach you cuz I don't know what to do...” The words of Coldplay's song Talk broke the stillness of the morning; his cellphone vibrated on the wooden floor-boards beside him as the alarm went off. 5am. The dogs weren't even up yet, and the room was as cold as the packing rooms at the freezing works. The right side of his body felt completely frozen, and it was with difficulty that he stood up, letting the two threadbare picnic blankets fall off his shoulders into a heap on the floor. He stood in the center of the room in his longjohns and singlet, still damp from yesterday's work and clenched his teeth against the biting cold.
The good smell of freshly brewed coffee and toast greeted him as he walked into the kitchen. Barry was seated at the table, the book of psalms open before him. It had been a gift to him from his grandmother, and was beautifully illustrated, a colour plate for each psalm. He rocked back on his chair. “Check this out” Barry looked down at the book before him and read from Psalm 65, “Blessed is the man You choose, and cause to approach You, that he may dwell in Your courts...”. “That's interesting, David's talking about predestination!”. It was too early in the morning to be having a discussion on predestination, so he looked at Barry, yawned and went to lift the pan of eggs from the stove.
Story continues over at Lyd's blog.
(Click here for Coffee Part 1)
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