Because sometimes you just gotta have coffee

After the weekend I had, I did not sleep well and was awake before 4 a.m. I reached for my phone to text her that I was not going to show but something stopped me.

I set the phone back down on my bedside table.

I thought of going back to sleep for a few minutes but my eyes were wide open.

Might as well get up and get going.

I choked down my quarter cup of oatmeal with cinnamon and NO sweetener.

Meal one…check.

I made it on time and was warming up when the BD came in. She could tell by looking at me that all was not good in my corner. She sat down next to me.

A tear escaped the corner of my eye as I began to tell her about my weekend. One tear gave way to many, many more.

She listened.

Then, she said it.

Let’s go get coffee.

And in the dark, sitting outside a coffee shop we talked.

We prayed.

We shared our souls.

And

It

Was

Better.

A simple cup of coffee.

A conversation.

Hearts joined in prayer.

Wounds beginning to heal.