Monday Coffee Talk

I’m Late, I’m Late

On what should be a Monday Date,

No time to say hello, goodbye!

I’m Late, I’m Late, I’m Late.

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Monday Coffee Talk on Tuesday

January 20, 2026

3.26 

A Cup of Joy and a Slice of Sunshine

This morning, the coffee tasted extra kind. Maybe it was the sunlight dancing across the kitchen table—soft and golden, like God’s gentle wink. The blinds on the back door were open and I could see my swing waiting for my return.  Alas, even tho the sun was shining it was just too cool to be outside.  I'm looking forward to a day perfect for porch-sitting.

The house is quiet, but not lonely. The walls cradle me with warmth and precious memories.  The many visitors that have sat at my table, the chatter, the laughs, the prayers and maybe a tear or two. 

My dear friend of 50 years, Sandy, and myself celebrating our birthdays.  Hers is on 23rd and mine is on the 24th of February, she is one year younger than I. One of many precious memories at my kitchen table.

Psalm 118:24 says, “This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” It’s a verse we hear so often that sometimes we forget to really sit with it. This is the day. Not tomorrow. Not next week. This one right here.

And this day is worth rejoicing in—even if the toast burns, even if the dog tracks in mud, even if the news feels a little too heavy. Gladness still slips in through the cracks. It shows up in the quiet beauty of a blooming flower, in a friend’s unexpected “thinking of you” text, in the sweet music of birds singing from the treetops.

There is always something in this day worth noticing, worth savoring, worth lifting our hearts in gratitude.

A beautiful day at Sylvan Bay.

I've joined Peggy and Tammy for a chronological Bible reading plan on youversion.  We were a little late getting started so we'll finish a few weeks into 2027.  I've read the Bible through in a year, but I've never done it chronologically, I think I'm going to really enjoy it.

The new house across the street is almost finished.  The driveway has been poured, the yard leveled and cleaned up and today I see two ladies there giving it a good cleaning.  The big dumpster that sit in the front for way too long is gone, WooHoo.  Now I waiting for the porta-potty to be taken away.  I don't know if it's all construction workers or just the ones that worked on this house, but they don't know how to close the potty door after they're done.  👷😕

 I’m choosing joy today. Not because everything is perfect, but because grace is. And that’s enough.

Until Next Time