All You Need Is Hot Coffee And A Visit

The Sky was heavy with clouds.
Hurricane Irma was  predicted to make land fall in the next couple of days in the Southern part of our country.
My heart was as heavy as the clouds in the sky.
Even the steaming cup of coffee couldn’t break through the heaviness.
Grief was encamped in my soul.
It slithered and snuck up when least expected.
A headache gripped my being.
I sat at the farmhouse table wrestling with the check book.

My phone rang; a blocked caller.
I declined the call.
My farmer and son had come in to get out of the chill.
I offered them little in comfort.
A stove that hasn’t worked in weeks, so no baked treats.
The blocked caller called again.
Strange, I thought.

I added and readded the check book.
The blocked called left a message.
Strange, I thought.

I listened to that message.
My poor farmer and farm boy were shocked and moved quickly as
I excitedly asked them to run out to the driveway and inform the caller that indeed we were home;
as a matter of fact I had just brewed a strong, fresh pot of coffee!
My farmer’s cousin was in the driveway.
She had been calling from the driveway to see if we were home!
After running errands in town she had decided to stop and see if we were up for a visit.
We poured steaming cups of strong coffee and settled in to get caught up on all the news.
She runs a bed and breakfast over at The Olde Farm House Bed and Breakfast .

The hours passed quickly.
There is grace around the Farmhouse table.
Never a quiet moment.
So much to share, to discuss, to ponder.
This dear cousin, friend, warms my heart.
We decide to share dinner together.
A fun trip to, “The Burger Barn.”

It is not until I am alone in the quiet of this old farmhouse that I realize the heaviness has left.

Gone is the ache.
Instead a peace.
God knew what I needed.
He sent a cousin to dispel the gloom.
How grateful I am.

It is this act of seeking.
Finding God in the midst of the storm, that I have been missing.

He is always there.
He is always working.
I sometimes just focus too much inwardly and miss what He is doing.
It is that Art of Praising God continually.
Praising him in the swirling, twirling chaos.
For He is the calm.
He is the peace.
As I drift off to sleep that night my heart is reminded:

Psalm 27:5
For he will hide me in his shelter in the day of trouble;
he will conceal me under the cover of his tent; he will lift me high upon a rock.

He is our shield.
He is our portion.
He is all I need.