The Last Hurrah

I ordered my tall coffee.  Pike's Place.  Room for cream.  A buck eighty two.  I placed myself at my little back table nestled in the corner away from all to see.  It had been my meeting place with Jesus all year.  Our little secret hideaway.  About once a week, I would drop the kids off at school, order coffee with Bible and materials in hand, and plop myself down for an hour or two.

Greek and Hebrew came alive.  Prayers rose to the heavens for the employees that stood outside smoking while trying to muster the courage to come back inside to a job and life they couldn't seem to escape from.  The Bible promised all kinds of things, great and small. My soul came hungry, left filled.

It was my little place of refuge.  And today was the last hurrah.

Summer is upon us.  I scrambled to do the things that I can't do with kids around.  Trying on swim suits.  Check.  Buying birthday presents.  Check.  Running errands that boys despise.  Check.

Here's to summer and swimming and sleeping and sports!  {And just maybe my inlaws will keep the boys occasionally so I can go back to my little meeting place!}