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Friendship Friday ~ Coffee

It’s my favorite time of the day. Once I pry myself from bed and make it over to the corner, coffee appears on a little stand next to me. Prepared by my luvvvah, often in matching mugs, this sweet ritual is one that I miss when we are not together.

Often it has arrived before I wake all the way up, the smell enticing me to emerge from the coziness of my covers and meet the day. But I don’t waaant to.

We sit together reading quietly or scanning our phones or asking what is on the agenda for the day. I journal. We talk. It is the kind of time that I want to last and last. No interruptions. No kids. Just us for 20 minutes.

This morning I reached for my mug for that first sip.

How is the coffee holding up? Do we need to buy more?

There is a bit of back story here.

Today is payday. That means the bottom of the barrel has been scraped in many places in the kitchen. I wondered if it was that way with the whole-bean coffee that we usually have stocked and stored.

Steve is the coffee-preparer most of the time. I am out of the coffee supply loop. So this morning I took that first sip and asked, How’s the coffee holding up? Do we need to buy more?

His response made me laugh.

This is an old packet of Folgers that I found in the coffee basket. We are out of coffee. I will have to bring your second cup to school after the bus run.

I am not a coffee snob. Truly, I’m not. But I could tell. Usually there is a bag of backup beans somewhere but not today. I will add it to the list.

Happy Friday, Everyone! That second cup cannot come soon enough. Enjoy your day!

Friendship Friday ~ Embracing Words and Gifts

I want to give them back. As quickly as my heart fills with gratitude, I want to say, “No, please keep this, because I won’t be able to reciprocate well enough, and I will disappoint you with my friendship.”

This week a card came in the mail.

A real card from a real friend from far away.

We have only spent a week of real-life time together, but our hearts have connected through email, facebook, texts, and phonecalls since then. She is a precious gift who has encouraged me by her words and gifts across the miles, and this week was one of those times.

It’s been a hard week for my heart.

Another friend met me for coffee last Saturday morning. It was a finally getting coffee date after too many, We should get together sometime-s.

Sunday night she asked if I would be picking my son up from youth group, because she had something for me. I told her that someone would be, and I would be sure they connected with her.

Later that evening there was a tiny gift on the table with a little note. So thoughtful and perfect. I love tiny things. And coffee.

But immediately my heart felt overwhelmed by fear. Fear of not being good enough, thoughtful enough, the right kind of friend.

Which is not what receiving another’s friendship is about.

I am grateful for friends and for seasons and for thoughtfulness. Especially this week, as my heart has been struggling in so many ways, the reminders of love and care from those who struggle themselves mean so much and remind me that we are not alone.

I am not alone.

Thank you, Friends. ALL of you who reach out to others (not just me) when you struggle yourselves. That is a gift.

Happy Friday!!!

Fair Judgement, Mercy, Kindness

It’s a tough decision, and I can’t do everything.

Waking early and diving into Bible reading and journaling becomes coffee and bedmaking and starting the laundry. Stepping into the kitchen, and it’s remains from last night’s family time makes returning to my writing and thinking space anything but relaxing or invigorating.

I return anyway.

So it goes these days, all days, really, but especially these.

I have to choose carefully among all that is good. I can’t do it all.

Surprise, surprise!

But the soul needs to be fed, and the heart needs space to open, so that is where I land this morning in the midst of all that presents. I need space to listen to God before I dive into the rest of the day headfirst.

Judge fairly and show mercy and kindness to one another. Zechariah 7:9

Show mercy and kindness.
Be strong and finish the task.
Seeds of peace and prosperity are being planted.

Be strong and get on with what you have been called to do!

Don’t be afraid.

Celebrate joy.
Love truth and peace.

Seeds are being planted.

Thank you for this reminder, Father.

Looking back over the past 25 years, I often feel shame and contempt rather than gratitude and hope for the seeds.

Thank you that you are always planting, always pruning, always finishing the work that you start. Give grace for me to witness growth.

Fair judgement, mercy, kindness. Three things needed on a Saturday in my home. When the episodes are over and the must do’s call my name, these three will carry me through.

Thank you, Jesus!

My Restful Porch

This morning Steve and I sat on the porch drinking coffee and eating Honey Nut Cheerios. There were a few moments of peace before a minivan passed.

Was that (insert name of band parent here)? Is there band today? Is our son awake?

Peace interruptus ensued as Steve ran inside and upstairs to wake teenage boy. A friend who drives pulled up, and we waved him along.

We’ll drive him in. He just woke up. Thanks!

Risky move there on our part. That usually means said teenager will come running out of the house, fully ready to leave, fully annoyed with us for taking matters into our own hands and cramping his style.

It worked. This time. Small graces.

We sat together a few minutes longer, waiting for our boy to be ready. A neighbor walked by with her dog.

I’ve been meaning to tell you how nice the porch looks! So relaxing and restful.

In that instant, I tried to view through those eyes, because, honestly, life has been neither relaxing nor restful, lately. Writing is my outlet, and you see how much of that has been happening!

Seasons are changing again.

Returning to the present, I realized that for a few more minutes, my luvvah and I could drink coffee and eat cereal before the rest of the day took over. That moment was both relaxing and restful, and I chose to embrace it.

Embrace. I remember that word!

Saturday Life

I wake to my Saturday life.

I don’t appreciate this as much when the weeks aren’t chaotic and full of changes as they have been, lately.

Boys rustle and scuffle around trying to get out the door to be in Richmond by nine. Girls begin picking episodes.

Coffee.

Oatmeal, promised to a little squinch for Saturday’s breakfast, flows into a pot of boiling water. It is the steel-cut variety, so time is involved.

Must not forget to stir.

I open my Bible to the daily reading and pause. My heart is struggling these days, but I continue to try. God speaks to the chaos, reminds me of truth.

Animals.

Sunny bird receives fresh water and a scoop of seeds, warbling her thanks. Zephyr cat reminds me that she needs food, as well, and I comply. Soon people will need to be fed.

Where was I?

Oh yes, back under the covers with a bowl of hot oats and a cup of hot coffee and a book and a little more time remaining on the episode pick.

Saturday.

Coffee Corner

Favorite Place

It’s my favorite place, my Pinterest corner. The place where, my eldest points out, I can take a picture and make it look like life is perfect.

Coffee with my love. Drinking from our fall mugs. Knowing that whatever this year brings, we will face it together, like we have for the past 21.

Pinterest Corner

It seems I am not the only one who finds refuge and creative energy here.

Where is your favorite place for creating heart space?