Just got off the phone with Terra.  An hour plus conversation just flew by as we caught up and laughed and philosophied together.  It was lovely.  I miss her terribly. She tells me it is raining there. Makes me want to go and share a cup of coffee with her. This triggers Portland and Seattle memories of coffee shops on drizzly days…

I am sitting in a quaint little coffee spot.  It is cold and grey and wet outside. The wind is cutting and the chill is to the bone. But in here it is warm and dry and cozy.  I have found the two comfiest  chairs in the place. They are overstuffed and a soft brown chenille.  They hug you when you sit down.  One is for me.  The other I am saving for you.  I am drinking an especially delectable caramel macchiato, extra caramel.  As it travels down my throat it warms and comforts me completely and I sigh heavily.  Just as I had dreamed, there is a roaring fire in the corner fireplace.  Right in front of the two  comfy chairs.  It is the perfect setting. Except for one thing.

And just then, you walk through the door.  And the picture is complete.  After a wonderful hug, we sit in our cozy chairs and catch up on life – yours and mine.  We laugh a lot.  We cry  a little.  About your life and mine.  About all that God is doing and changing and creating in us.  We share family stories and silly inside jokes.  We talk about everything and nothing.  And the hours come and go as mere seconds, because time is spent with a precious friend, talking, listening, truly hearing and just knowing.  Thank you, Jesus, for friends and coffee shops and comfy chairs and living life together.  And sharing all of those with us.

So, friend, wanna join me for a cup of coffee????