Not going to lie. I have had a rough go of things lately. Times are less than ideal. Generally, I am a pretty positive, can-do sort of girl. Yesterday, however, was a more-than-I-could-take kind of day. No amount of coffee could change that.
I am a woman. I cry. It drives my tear-challenged hubby crazy, but its just me. And after all these years, I think he is learning to accept that… a little.
I am not so naive to ignore that I have good friends. Like really incredibly fantabulous friends to whom I don’t have to explain a thing. They know me. They pray for me. And they support me. And my girlfriends understand wordless tears. That, my friends, is golden.
Last evening, I was exhausted. Spent. Completely. We were headed home for the evening. As we step out into the night, my 2-year-old Lovey, says “Wow! Look at all those stars we got!”
And I looked up. And I was like… Wow. Look at all those stars we got. In that moment, every worry suddenly paled in comparison. How insignificant, given a Creator who hand-crafted each star. Every tree. And me.
Thankful for new days, good coffee, and joy that comes in the morning.
Thank him to his face!
He gets angry once in a while, but across
a lifetime there is only love.
The nights of crying your eyes out
give way to days of laughter.”
Psalm 30.5-6 (MSG)
Blue Jeans & Coffee Beans 
