When there isn't time for "coffee"...

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Perhaps my most favorite time in the world is when I sit down with a friend for coffee, or tea, or breakfast, lunch, dinner, mid morning snack, pie, ice cream... well, you get the idea.

There is nothing like an hour of uninterrupted, distraction free time with someone you love, right?

However life is much too busy to stop for coffee as often as I'd wish so there's always the ability to make a phone call - or send an email - or, when everyone and everything is spinning like a whirling dervish, a text.  There are ways to stay connected until there is again time for "coffee".

I can't help but wonder if a little bit of this idea is germane to I Thessalonians  5:17 where we are told to "Pray without ceasing".  Could this also really just be saying "stay connected"?

There are times and seasons where I have the opportunity to really settle into good conversation with the Lord, and then there are others where I'm meeting myself coming and going. This is such a season; so I got up even earlier this morning so we would have some extended time together, and fell asleep right over God's Word - how embarrassing to nod off in the middle of a conversation! :)

But I've realized today again that God knows my heart and if this day all I can do is "text", to speak to Him as I go about the day's demands, then it is well with my soul. And I can say as the psalmist in Psalm 27:8 "My heart has heard you say, 'Come and talk with me' And my heart responds, 'Lord, I am coming'"! 


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Kristen said…
Great thought. I love time for 'coffee' with my friends as well. :)
June 20, 2014 at 3:15 PM
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