Monday, April 18, 2016

Coffee Date || 23

If we were on a coffee date, I'd be drinking my regular -hot and caffeinated. It'd be in a mug and Hazel would be watching over my shoulder (or if we're sitting at a table from beside my left thigh) because that's what she does nowadays. I'd beg her to drool on your leg instead of mine, but she wouldn't leave me because a shadow must stay near to its person.

If we were on a coffee date, I'd bring you a bouquet of roses from my garden. Because the bloom this year is amazing and my bushes are heavy with petaled faces. I'd bring them to you and tell you to breath the thick-ruffled petals of the oxblood roses that smell like lemon. You'd breath them in deep. And then I'd ask if the salmon roses that fade to a sunflower yellow remind you of cupcakes because that's what they look like to me.

If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask you if you've heard of the #100dayproject. You might have and I'd make sure you have a plan for it because it starts TOMORROW. And if you haven't, I'd fill you in and beg you to join the party in the name of bravery. And maybe in the name of creativity too. Also, I'd make you tell me what you had for breakfast because I'm obsessed with breakfast.

If we were on a coffee date, I'd tell you I listened to The Art of Racing in the Rain and it shattered my heart because I am such a dog person. I have noticed a new sort of relaxed slowness about Hazel that is adorable and cozy, but marks a bit of aging in her soul. And there's frosty white fur that's coming in below her eyes. I know this is all natural and that she's in her mid-life, but can she please never grow old?

If we were on a coffee date, I'd wonder if you're into Fixer Upper. Because I hear all about how binge-tastic it is and, well, I think I might dive in. I'm a Project Runway fiene, always waiting for a new season because ALL THOSE BEAUTIFUL FABRICS. But maybe I should spend some time loving on home improvement... Or is going to make me want to redo everything in our house starting with the kitchen cabinets that I so badly want to replace.

If we were on a coffee date, I'd want to talk about bullet journals. I'm preparing to start my third one and, well, what do I need to add. I've incorporated an editorial calendar each month that makes me smile with organizational joy. But, I know there's better ways to manage the books I'm reading and blog ideas and shop inspirations so, HELP ME.

If we were on a coffee date, I'd confess that faith is still hard. We've been avoiding church -both intentionally and not- but I miss being there even if it overwhelms me. And that beautiful ESV bible I got in November made me so happy, but it's easier to look at than it is to crack open. I'm leaning in to grace and, simultaneously, starting to feel an unsatisfied hunger in my belly that might just be my soul missing Him so seriously.

If we were on a coffee date, I'd share about my anthem. My anthem is seasonal, changes at random intervals, and is always the song that seems to sing out the cry of my heart. Lately, it feels like Kelly Clarkson's Piece by Piece is my anthem but not in the way she means it. In the way of a child of God who aches in the brokenness of this world -war, death, losing my dad- sees restoration and redemption in His good work. And then, I'd ask: what's your anthem? 

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