Nothing says "I love you" like ice cream. And the truth.

Last week I shared life with a few different friends.  Someone I've known for about two years showed me hospitality by allowing me to bring ice cream over to her new house.  We chatted and enjoyed our sweet treat while we watched her husband paint their kitchen (neither of us being great painters).  We had just heard a sermon about hospitality as not only giving but also allowing yourself to be interrupted, so I especially appreciated the time we were able to spend together, even in the midst of a busy week for her family.  Later, I talked with a friend I've known for six years, and while self-admittedly whining about a few anxieties in my life, she said the following words, kindly, but definitely not pulling any punches:  "Kathryn, you don't have to make a decision tomorrow, or even tonight, or even next week.  And the only pressure out there is pressure you're putting on yourself."  Yep.  Nothing says "I love you" like ice cream.  And the truth.