Coffee and reflections is a monthly reflection on what has passed and what is to come, a regular coffee date between you and me.
I love this time when we can gather around a virtual cup of coffee and reflect on what has been as we look forward to what is to come. Not all these things are good; most fall somewhere in our messy middle.
I am learning it is in the messy middle we are most likely to find God, and I don’t want to miss Him. So, I spend time reflecting, taking notes, and lately, with roughly drawn sketches.
Just this morning I was standing at the window refilling my coffee, weighing heavy things and telling God I was not sure I could carry them. It was a bit of a wrestling match until I looked up. A thick fog lay near the ground as the sun was breaking through the sky, there were streaks of gold reaching from sun to ground. Fingers of God reaching in to relieve the heaviness tucked in my soul.
Rather than taking the time to grab my phone, I quickly went to my journal and sketched my view. As I was there, I took the time to name the things and remind myself that God was not surprised. The golden rays touching the ground was a reminder, a message that passed between a holy, loving God who sees me.
I penned these words beneath my child-like sketch, a whispered prayer of gratitude:
“Your reflection, your hands spilling down and reaching in to our broken places, our fear, our worry, are a reminder that you are with us. You, Lord, are here. You see these things and You, holy and mighty are not suprised even when we are.”
No, I do not want to miss these things. To not miss them requires a slowing down and noticing.
Sweet One, I encourage you to do the same.
We set with the news for days, watching and waiting for the eye of the storm. My daughter, son in law, and precious grandchildren were evacuated and made their way to our home. They sheltered here for seven days, and though the uncertainty hoovered near, it was the sweetest time.
Nanna read out loud, shared coffee with my daughter and granddaughter, who baked peanut butter cookies non-stop. The cookies would disappear quicker than she could stir and bake.
Fervent prayers poured over them for safe travels.
Glory to God, though it was a long trip with several detours, they pulled into their driveway to find their home and belongings untouched by Hurricane Florence.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” from Anne Of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
The calendar has turned and with it the arrival of fall! Aren’t we all glad to live in a world where there are Octobers, pumpkins, and pumpkin spice everything?
The windows are open with a gentle breeze blowing across me. My soul sister has delivered pumpkin muffins twice already. My grandaughter gifted me a vintage copy of Anne of Green Gables, perfect Fall reading on the deck.
What more could a Jesus loving, coffee drinking, chocolate animal cookie, Autumn girl want?
Not a thing, but more of Him and less of me.
What are you leaving behind?
To what are you looking forward?
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I’m blessed to serve you in this place, to share with you the Gifts of Grace as I journey through the wilderness. I picture you across the table, hands wrapped tightly around your cup, sharing life, and laughter, and tears. As I share with you, my daily struggles, I long to hear what yours may be. You can do that by commenting below or reaching out to me here.
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