If we were on a coffee date, I'd recommend you install PostalPix on your phone. I love pictures, take them often and am really dedicated to having them around our house. But I'm not good at getting them printed. So, when I want to do an overhaul of the framed pictures in our house, I place an order and they arrive in my mailbox. Then I have a fun fifteen minutes of changing out all the pictures all over our home.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd admit that I wonder if I'm going to write too much about his passing and the way it's changed me. I am nearly unrecognizable in the way I love Him because His glory touched my heart in it's deepest, angriest of places on December 20th and, while I'm thankful and awed, I'm working out what that all means through the words here. (I feel like the guy that talks mid-song in this video, so I'm watching it on a nonstop basis.)
If we were on a coffee date, I'd encourage you to start watching Nightwatch. It's on A&E. It's the new Cops for all you diehard fans who grew up on Bad Boys, Bad Boys watcha' gonna' do when they come for you. Thursday nights, it's on and it's an hour of fail proof TV date for Jason and I.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd want to pray for you. I'm not the praying type, not like that. But I realize we were blanketed in prayer for the many years that we endured and by His grace, those prayers brought us an unreal amount of hope and comfort. So, I'd want you to know that I'm better at praying now, that I hear your requests, and I want to do them honorably.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask you about black eyeliner. I've used two different drug store kinds and loved one, but hated the other. I'm keeping on in my eyeliner trials but need your recommendations first! So, tell me, what eyeliner do you love?
If we were on a coffee date, I'd tell you that worry transmutes. I thought when my dad passed away peace would just arrive as a permanent resident in my heart. Not true. Worry is a mindset that we grow comfortable with; an itchy wool blanket that's got to be thrown off our bodies so something cozier -maybe faith?- can come over us.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd squeeze you tight at the end. I'm not the mushy type so I'd probably tell you a joke or make a borderline creepy remark while we embraced, but I'd squeeze you because I've became the hugging kind of person lately.