It should be shared with people you enjoy being around. They should feel welcomed and honored to sit at your table and share a space of time with you, void of cell phones and computers.
A rewarding conversation happens when the one who is listening, is actually hearing what the person is saying, not necessarily what it sounded like you heard. Often, good conversation is a struggle of the heart and has a little battle at coming out clearly. Sometimes, those things of the heart need a little time and a little reading between the lines.
Coffee always helps. Between sips you are thoughtful and praying for grace to know what words to use that are encouraging, not empty cliches. There might even be a Bible verse that fits the moment.
I miss a good conversation. I miss life before the social network conversations. We used to have time to start and finish sentences or even whole thoughts. We used to listen better and feel heard.
The fault lies with myself. I have bad habits without even knowing how they sneaked into my dailiness. This morning, my sister was telling me a story, something close to her heart, and my son kept interrupting us. And I kept being distracted by thinking I had to talk to Bruce before he left, don't ask, and so I kept looking over my shoulder while trying to keep one ear open to the story.
All week I thought I would call one of my sisters and talk. All week instead, we send each other short texts that were hard to figure out because of all the gaps of not having enough information.
I sat with another friend this past week, in her living room and ate the lovely meal she had prepared for me and then returned a text I thought at the moment, was life altering important. Lame Lame. Lame.
This week I going to try something different and try to converse the old fashioned way. Less action and more listening. Who's with me?