The Party's Over?

The party’s over.  I awake in a hotel and am relieved.  I will readily admit I do better on a mountain top than under the big top.  But boy howdy was it a shindig, over the top, an event not to miss.  Even God got involved as a slight shower turned into warm sunshine just as the groom kissed his new bride and then a black storm came pouring over the top of the mountains like a massive waterfall and it poured just as everyone had gotten under the tent.  And the party began!!! a Motown band played favorite soul tunes from the ’60s and ’70s, everyone was shaking everything they had or could get to shake and the wine and food came non-stop.  Joyous exuberance would be an understatement.  When the Scots get to partying they get to partying.  I’ll give them this, they got stamina, I have never seen so many people dancing the light fandango since my high school prom.  My lover and I finally threw in our linen napkin and called it a night.  We collapsed in my old Ford, took a breather, adjusted our gown and tux, and laughed at how old we have grown.  We drove off into the night, across the bridge, over the dam and stopped one last time to look back at the tent and could hear the needle still in the soulful grooving playlist of our youth and knew—the party is never really over.  God is good.  God is great.  Let us thank Him. 

The party is never over in God's good world.