how. can. this. be?
For while I continue my sipping on an unusually cool July evening, bathed in the glow of a dim porch light, with a loyal dog at my feet and fireflies entertaining in the yard, somewhere else, albeit far, far away, life is coming apart at the seams.
I study the tiger-lily filled mason jar on my patio table and the small blueish sidewalk-chalk footprints carelessly left by young, carefree spirits just hours prior and ponder whether such garish tales could possibly be true? It would be much easier to close my eyes, to forget, to pretend, but…
it. is. not. so.
I pray. And I sip. And I pray some more. I pray for peace. I pray for love. I pray for mercy.
And I hold my babies oh-so-close. Some days are just like this. (And some days, quite thankfully, are not.)
And tomorrow will come. And I will pray some more. And we will laugh and we will dance and make merry under the mulberry trees. And thank God that his mercies are new every morning.
Love & Coffee.