having the eyes to see

i rock up at toastbar, plop on a sofa, and David comes over to talk. i tell him a few stories that Johannon was telling at monica's birthday party just 20 mintues prior. testimonies of God's hand moving. followed by a disengaged silence, before he suddenly starts confiding in me. and i am conscious of these little pockets of gold where conversations are happening. i feel like i'm holding something fragile and precious that i cant drop but i dont quite know how best to handle. increase in me, You.