Will you join me for coffee?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s something special about that first cup in the morning\u2014especially when it\u2019s cradled in my favorite mug, enjoyed outside at my patio table, surrounded by my cottage garden. Most mornings, it\u2019s my time with Jesus: reading, praying, and soaking in His nearness. It grounds me before the day begins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes seasons get too hectic and my schedule gets thrown off. Especially when my routine changes with travel and I find myself struggling to establish a new rhythm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The last couple of months have been packed and full of all the highest of highs in life \u2013like our son\u2019s proposal to a lovely young lady who already feels like part of our family; and deep lows like the loss of my father and subsequently other dear ones in my life. My boss often reminds us that life can feel like we\u2019re riding on parallel tracks\u2014one filled with joy, the other with sorrow. Both moving forward at the same time. Have you ever felt that tension, trying to navigate both celebration and grief in the same season?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Last weekend, I awoke extra early and made my way out to my garden with coffee in hand. Quiet moments in my garden are a gift to me and this morning would be no exception! As I sat in my usual spot, catching my breath and thinking about the recent months I was interrupted by an unexpected visitor. A baby dove landed on the chair across from me! I could tell she was sweet and extremely interested in me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n