Thursday, May 30, 2013

When the Coffee's Thin...

Usually the coffee is strong and black at my house.

I can't see the bottom of the cup.

But sometimes, it's thin....

...and I notice

...and stop what I'm doing.

Today the coffee was thin.

In the midst of my busy day.

A visit to the funeral home.

A friend, too young.

She'd been a nurse with me.

She'd held the hands of the dying, touched the hearts of the hurting, saved lives, shared Jesus.

Today the coffee was thin.

A call from Jaime. A sick baby boy.


When I stop what I'm doing....and I notice...

The veil between heaven and earth...has gotten thin....I can imagine the sacred dance of heaven on earth.

It's sacred...touching heaven...or just knowing you could...for a moment.

Have you had "thin times" or "thin places"?
Have you taken the time to stop what you're doing and notice the sacred?

Blog post by Anne Love-
Writer of Historical Romance inspired by her family roots. 
Nurse Practitioner by day. 
Wife, mother, writer by night. 
Coffee drinker--any time.
Find me on:Facebook
Find me on: Pinterest
Find me on: Goodreads
Find me on: Twitter


  1. I have a friend who is packing for heaven. He is in unrelenting pain that meds cannot fix. It breaks my heart. He and his wife live so far away that I will most likely never see him again. :(

  2. Sorry Jennifer. I hope you find some solace in the sacred moments.


Hey friend! Please leave a comment, no lurking allowed ;)