Dinner with Friends

On Tuesday, I scurried about, prepped, set the food to cooking early, and then delved into the fun part as I set the table with the finest china and silver I own. Company was coming! A missionary couple neither Jerry or I had met would be joining our dear friends the Garretts for a meal in our home here in Crestline. The night before I had prepared the Texas Bites Jerry would grill as appetizers, and had rolled the pie crusts. Now I filled them; one chocolate, one lemon.

ImageThe Garretts had taken the Schreckhises on a little tour of Crestline, all the way around tiny Lake Gregory before they pulled into our driveway, walked up the front steps and through the open door said, “We’re here.”

Missionaries to Honduras, Brother and Sister Schreckhise are here in the States to raise money for their continued support for their vital work in that country. Baby Samuel, five months old, was the star of the evening. He eyed the food on mama’s plate, and I believe from one of her fingers, he sucked off a smidgen of gravy.

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ImageSuch a joy to not only entertain long-time friends, but to make new ones.

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ImageWe three women and Zac gathered about the piano upstairs and sang old hymns of the church, and I heard that Lori Schreckhise had a beautiful voice, and we sang longer, and sometimes we cried because God is so beautiful, and His people are so dear, and we are so blessed.

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4 thoughts on “Dinner with Friends

  1. Marc, Samuel, and I enjoyed ourselves so much. Your hospitality is incredible. The food was beyond yummy!!! When I grow up, I want to cook, play, and sing like you! The evening was perfect. I felt after I left as if I had been embraced in a great big hug all evening. The atmosphere was so peaceful. Thank you for opening your home and hearts up to us we had a great time. We love y’all, The Schreckhise Family

    Oh, my goodness, thank you Sister Schreckhise. The pleasure was all ours. I had anticipated all day you and the Garretts being here for a visit. So glad we are friends. You’re welcome back any time!

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  2. HG

    It was a spectacular evening – definitely a memorable one that will never be forgotten. The food was tastier than the finest restaurant, and the table was gorgeous! But the best part of the whole evening was the friendship and fellowship. Thank you for welcoming us into your godly home. Thank you for opening your heart to our missionary friends.

    I love, appreciate, and admire you more than you’ll ever know. I pray that God helps me to be JUST like you when I grow up!!

    You are grown up, Holly. Remember! And you far exceed me in capabilities…stuff like that…but we’re not in competition. None of us. We just do our part where we’ve been set down, and enjoy this outrageously wonderful life of living for God. love…….

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  3. Beautiful story; made my heart glad and put a big smile on my face. How fun! šŸ˜€

    It was fun, Tena. Part of the fun was because we all belong to the human race and when we interact with each other, it lifts us. Add in that all these people have been born into God’s family, and you have a spectacular evening together. I’m so blessed…….love you.

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  4. Sharon

    They were in service with us in Ontario Sunday night and had a beautiful service. Some left service after dismissal and some lingered. So glad I was privileged to stay late and bask in the sweet presence of The Lord.

    I haven’t heard him preach yet, but I’m sure he does a great job. You’re right about lingering in the presence of God: Nothing comes close. . . love…….

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