If we were on a coffee date, I’d probably have some whiskey in mine. Mostly kidding.
If we were on a coffee date, I’d usually steer away from small talk and just head straight into the heavy hitters. But in this season, I welcome a weather talk. Seriously, the humidity disappeared in Austin overnight. What’s the weather like where you live? It’s a sunny breezy here. But it might rain later. #texas
If we were on a coffee date, I’d read you this article my Grandma sent me. Like I’d literally read it out loud to you. Because it’s that good.
“How does she do it?”
It’s a question we often think when we see someone doing something out of our range or capacity. I remember watching a mom with many kids volunteer, serve, prepare meals (for her family and others), while I held my first newborn all day and wasn’t sure how to keep the house clean or get supper on the table.
Imagine my shock when ten years later I found myself in a situation — not unlike the mom I’d observed all those years prior — when a new mom said to me, “I don’t know how you do it! I only have one, and I’m barely getting by!” When had I become that older mom?”
If we were on a coffee date, we’d take this in pieces.
I’m the older mom. You might be too.
We’re not doing it all. And yet we are all at the same time.
I think I under estimate the gift of HEB Curbside. Even though I love going in actual stores and walking the aisles.
If we were on a coffee date, I’d tell you the only thing I know in this season is this, “God is good. Always has been. Even in the silence, the mess, the chaos, He always shows up. He is steady. Not sudden or urgent. And that’s a good thing.”
If we were on a coffee date, I’d have an alarm going off because I have to get back home to my littles but I’d tell you I super grateful for you and you’re not alone. I promise. And I know I’m not either.