I just came from a delightful supper with my dear friend CoolPastor. We met at the restaurant at 6:15(ish), and when we were at our cars saying goodbye I realized it was almost 9. My!
I just love her. She makes me laugh so hard, and seems to think I'm amazing (the truth is, she is the amazing one), which is helpful since I'm having some anxiety issues lately.
Here's one of the best lines (hers, of course) of the night:
"Chocolate is it's own sacrament, and it has nothing to do with Jesus."
Amen to that, sister.