I hear my sister and I singing loudly to a beloved country song "We meet in the middle neath that old Georgia pine, you start walking my way, I start walking yours." It is the first thing that popped into my mind when I read this week's word prompt. It is a song that holds special memories and a special place in my heart.
There is something holy about being in the middle especially when the middle is that place where we find ourselves. In fact, sometimes being in the middle is exactly where we need to be. The middle is one of the best places to be like the creme in the Oreo cookie, or the meat in the midst of a yummy sandwich and so much more.
I like being in the middle of my dear friends. One day we will gather at a table where some of us will indeed be stuck in the middle surrounded by one another. We will all start walking toward one another where we will meet in the middle.
And sometimes, it is in the middle of the sky that God paints God's masterpieces; a night sky, the stars scattered across that same sky, and so much more. The middle isn't such a bad place to be, is it?