I'm a coffee drinker, always have been and always will be. I can remember as a child going over to my grandparents house and my grandmother having her morning coffee--I would always insist to have my own, too. I'm sure it was probably milk with a splash of coffee, but my love for the drink started long ago and runs deep. It's comfort to me.
I work nights, so coffee and I have a special bond. When I want to meet up with a friend and chat, I'd much rather do it over a cup of joe than a lunch or ice cream...there's just something cozy and familiar about coffee that makes me want to curl up with a blanket and talk about everything and nothing, all at the same time.
So, how about you come over for some coffee and let's chat?
I tend to like mine with coconut creamer and one sweet-n-low. I know, all of that processed junk is going to kill me one day, but at least I'll be happy dead. How do you like yours? Are you a black coffee drinker? Or do you prefer a splash of coffee with your creamer? Pull up a seat, I want to hear what's going on.
If you came over for coffee, I'd ask you your favorite part about your home. I've been on a kick lately to get our house more "settled," which is funny in itself, because I have a feeling that it's going to take years before I finally get situated, and by then, I'll be ready to start back over. My current project is our upstairs "man cave," which is being transformed into half man cave/half Rachel's "office." I'm itching to show you pics of our home. Soon, my friends!
If you came over for coffee, I'd tell you how heartwarming the comments were on my weight loss post last week. I sat at my computer and cried as the comments came in...I felt encouraged, uplifted, understood. I felt like I wasn't alone, that someone out there understands what this struggle is like. It's an incredible feeling, spilling out your deepest worries and yet being accepted anyway...realizing that my deepest worry isn't only my own. Thank you for that.
If you came over for coffee, I'd probably mention how excited I am to have snagged a ticket to Hope Spoken Conference. I've never put myself out there quite like that, and all I did was buy a ticket. But in all reality, I know no one going. Sure, I have blog friends who will attend and plenty of the speakers are bloggers who I adore, but I know no one in real life. And surprisingly, my husband was totally supportive of this. He could see the smile on my face and knew I had been praying about it and told me to go for it. I'd also probably tell you how nervous I am, too. I am a firm believer that God puts certain people in certain places at certain times, and I can't wait to see what blessings come out of this. I'm ready.
If you came over for coffee, I'd also probably gab about Bread and Wine, a book I've been reading that I'm sure you've heard about at this point. A friend saw me reading it and asked me what it was about, and I almost got teary eyed trying to explain it to her, because it's really meant that much to me. I've never gotten such genuine emotion out of a book--I've never wanted to desperately for a book to keep going. When it ended, my heart was so full, yet I wished it could've just kept going, too. I can't wait to share more about that with y'all. If you haven't bought it or can't decide if you should, just do it, I promise.
If you came over for coffee, it may come up that I've had some serious anxiety lately. I've always been somewhat of a worrier, and with planning a wedding last fall/winter, my anxiety has gotten a bit worse. There are days when I just feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders and worry about every little thing, but I'm learning slowly that the Lord has me in the palm of His hand. I'm so comforted by the fact that He is in control and no matter the events in my life, He loves me and will go before me. I pray that the anxiety slowly just melts away.
If you came over for coffee, I would most likely pull out my camera and show you a few shots of my sweet niece (being held by my favorite people--my dad, my grandmother, my husband, etc.) My grandparents and parents came to Oxford to celebrate Mother's Day with us, and it was so sweet to have some of my favorite mamas in the same room. I'd probably get all emotional and tell you that as years go by, my appreciation for these people grows--I have a deeper understanding over unconditional love, what it takes to keep a family together, and how much dedication is required to have meaningful, intentional relationships. So, when these holidays come around, I want to squeeze them a little tighter, tell them how much I love them a little more, and celebrate a little harder. It was a precious day filled with family and I'm grateful.
Well, I guess that's all I've got today.
So, girls, what would you tell me if you came over for coffee? Spill...I want to hear what's going on in your lives, something you'd only tell a friend. How's work? Your family? Worries? Praises? I'm all ears! After all, I've probably already had three cups of coffee--I could listen for hours.
Linking up with a sweet blog friend--Rachel at Oh Simple Thoughts!