To Victoria for Dinner

Just when there was nothing very different to post,

we got a text from friends,

asking if we could join them on a flight to Victoria for dinner.

We left home about 4:30 in the afternoon and headed to the airport, 15 minutes away.

Excitedly we boarded their little plane, taking off over very familiar farmland,

for the 25 minute flight across the Pacific, or the Strait of Georgia.

The aerial view gives a good idea of the scattering of islands that the BC ferries meander through.  

Victoria is at the southern tip of Vancouver Island, farther south than Bellingham, 

so part of our flight was over Washington State. 

We taxied almost to the door of the restaurant ...

and walked in as though this was totally normal!

Our visit over dinner was the best in every way,

feeling like we were whisked away from everything, 

for such a time as this. 

We left Victoria as the sun was setting, 

day turning to night.

Looking down and around at this amazing beauty

I coud not help but feel a sense of peace,

Being held. 

All too soon we saw the lights on the mainland,

and our dear pilot and his wife brought us safely back to land.

We are blessed to know them,

not because of a night like this, but because of who they are ...

using their gift of hospitality in serving meals

or simply welcoming people as they walk through our church doors.

A couple with big and generous hearts.