On my windowsill is sitting an seemingly innocuous mug of coffee. It's in a lovely mug from a friend who visited me on campus in years gone by. It's cooling at an alarming rate next to the frigid glass.
This cup is accompanied by songs from White Christmas playing in the background. It is also enjoying the sight of a baby sitting up by herself playing with her own toys!
This cup of coffee is erasing last night. Last night S and I were up too many times to count. A scream here, and tooth not coming through there. It was just a miserable night. I'm hoping that this little (or rather big) mug of coffee will help me make it through a few more hours without bleary eyes and foggy brain.
This cup of coffee has a lot to ease. Maybe I'm setting it up to fail. Perhaps I need to set it back on the stove and rethink it's goals. Perhaps it needs to be rewarmed, refreshed, and re-sugared.
Maybe my cup of coffee needs to be drunk the way it is and appreciated for it can do :)
xo,
J
soli deo gloria
I know the feeling. I raise my cup to you.
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