Communion

Another Emmaus event tonight -- closing. Another communion.

Once again, as I mentioned yesterday, I found myself walking down the aisle toward the Lord's table, once again with my hands on the shoulders of the person in front of me. This time the person in front of me was our friend -- JtM -- and the person behind me was my husband. As I wrote about yesterday, I wondered, as short as I am, if I were grace or burden.

We reached the two men serving communion, and, like yesterday, I shared communion with two special people.

Is there a message for me in the gift of sharing communion with friends two days in a row? Trust the friendships and quit worrying?