Monday Coffee Talk

7/26

 This morning found me Bible journaling at the kitchen table, right in front of that big window I love. The sunlight was pouring in like it had something to say, and my mug of coffee was close at hand.

As I sit there of course my eyes wondered to the street outside and all the people coming and going.  I’m sure they have places to be and people to see. As for me, I hope to take a trip to the porch and enjoy my coffee. Some folks chase excitement; I chase quiet moments and good thoughts.

We treated ourselves to a late breakfast at Denny’s, which is always a nice little outing. The weather was so pretty that when we got home, we sat on the porch awhile. Mr. D has been hard at work—cleaning flower beds, pruning what needed pruning, and getting the porch cleaned up so we can enjoy spending time outside. We’ll be putting out new plants in a few weeks, and I’m already imagining how pretty the new blooms will be.

Rusty’s home, and we’ve enjoyed catching up with him. I think he enjoyed catching up with us too—though he might deny it if anyone asks.

As for me, I’ve been dragging a bit lately. Honestly, I think my get up and go… well… got up and left. If you see it wandering around somewhere, please send it home.😀

I had an appointment with my pulmonologist, and he said I’m “holding my own.” Now, that may not sound like much to some folks, but to me it sounds like a hallelujah. Not worse is a blessing. He did add another inhaler for me to use as needed. I don’t love that it makes me shaky for a little while—feels like my insides are trying to do the jitterbug—but if it helps me breathe, I’ll take it.

And life goes on… quietly, steadily, and under the faithful watch of the One who never leaves us.

“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” 

Psalm 73:26

In quietness and trust is your strength.” 

Isaiah 30:15

Some days are big and exciting. Some days are small and ordinary. But every day is held in His hands—and that’s enough for me. 

Until Next Time

 Hello Saturday

Tracey and Scott came for a visit Friday morning, bringing some yummy banana bread right from the oven.  It’s one of our favorites and we enjoyed every bite!

I was looking for a sunny day and had plans to sit on the porch and read.  The weather has been so good lately, and then, I get up to a cloudy overcast day, no sunshine to be found.  Blah Blah Blah.

I’ve started a new book. . .

Billy Fixit is a heart-warming small-town story.

 

A heartwarming story of country life.

Billy had lived in the quiet town of Grand Valley for as long as anyone could remember. He was the town’s general repairman, looking after the town’s needs; in return, the townspeople looked after him. People knew him to be polite but mysterious, preferring to keep to himself. Billy’s outlook was simple; he had many acquaintances, but few friends.

That’s why people found it curious when he struck up an unlikely friendship with ten-year-old Joe Kovacs, the youngest member of a family having just moved from the city. Although he found friends, it was Joe’s odd bond with Billy that helped him feel truly at home in the rural town.

What no one realized was Billy carried a burden, one that haunted him for his lifetime. Now, a chance opportunity arose, one that would allow him to challenge the guilt he carried. With Joe by his side, he was finally ready to face the fears he’d run from for years.

I’m several chapters in and now familiar with the place, and I’ve met a lot of characters, but not Billy Fixit!  Surely, he’ll show up soon.

It’s turned into a really gloomy day, I’m going to turn on the TV and see if I can find a good movie.

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning.” 

Lamentations 3:22–23 

Until Next Time