Joy comes in the morning.

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.

    “All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God!
      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)

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