Coffee Time
I had a dream this morning while I stole 3 minutes from my alarm clock. I couldn’t get out of bed. I couldn’t face pulling back the blanket and feeling the cold world around me. That bed felt safe, and as if it were capable of protecting me from the discomfort of being challenged. What mad me wake from that dream was what was said by an unseen person. They said it with confidence, and I could hear them talking through a triumphant smile “Speaking with God is my coffee”.
I woke out of that dream with a smile because I had an appointment at a coffee shop I knew I shouldn’t be going to. I have been a drift….again. And I am exhausted. I am exhausted from trying to mold my surroundings into a life that is satisfying. Just like building a castle out of dry sand…it falls apart.
Even thoughI don’t have much to show for these years on my own…I have errors that I know to avoid in the future. I so want to get back on track, and I’ve been following signs that I’ve been able to see to get me there.
Please, keep me in your prayers. Please pray for those that are struggling with out knowing they are struggling.
Love. Peace. Mind.
