It’s 6:30 on Sunday night.
I’m eating a perfectly crunchy Gala apple.
There’s a fire crackling in the fire place.
We’re listening to Michale Buble Radio on Pandora.
Eric’s checking the weather on his phone.
Caleb’s reading about beetles in First Animal Encyclopedia.
The red head is making a birthday card for Mubarek, our World Vision friend in Ethiopia.
I’m already behind on my “read the Bible through” plan.
The stress of “I’ve over-committed—again” nags at my peace.
The “new” of the New Year has already worn off.
I feel the urge to jump up and do some laundry, tidy the rooms, make another list, eat the left-over fudge (all 12 pieces of it), and remind the kids that school starts tomorrow.
But I hear the familiar trickle of the coffee pot. The smell is intoxicating.
The laundry and the list can wait.
But coffee and chocolate…
Yes, please and thank you.