There is this same guy that I see all the time at my second favorite coffee shop. It’s a little creepy because I NEVER. FAIL. TO. SEE. HIM. No joke whenever I go, time is not a factor, he is there. I have seen him around there for years. Like all the different ones too. I have seen him at Paris on the Platte, Stella’s, Solid Grounds, and Kaladi. It is a mystery. I see him, just standing there, by himself, with his coffee. Not with anyone, not talking, not even sitting. Just kind of staring at everybody. He wears a camo jacket sometimes, and is a little bit short. I have made up many stories about him in my head, but none of them are very interesting, or at least not as interesting as they could be. I just can’t figure it out. Thankfully, he is not here tonight (probably because I am at my third favorite coffee shop) and that is a relief. I am celebrating the unofficial first day of spring with my favorite cold coffee drink (Venetian Creme with two shots of espresso and if you are ever with me when the craving hits, I am sure I will treat you to this uber deliciousness) and finishing up the very last week of my first course at school! Could not have flown by faster. I am very pleased with how it went, and I have lofty goals and aspirations for the next few years (hopefully only two) of classes. The timing is really perfect. I totally lose my attention span in like 6-8 weeks, and the classes only last 8 weeks total. I feel myself checking out, but have an energy resurgence and the extra motivation to keep strong till the finish because it is so close! I do wonder a bit at the work load on the way. I didn’t quite lose my social life yet, but it definitely suffered, and I think it will only get worse. Oh well, the people who love me will understand. And I will just have more fun rendezvous’s with the creepy coffee shop guy!
The other thing on my mind: I thought I was going along quite well in my Christian life. Things were hunky dory. Victory was coming in some areas and things were starting to fall into place. My desire for God was coming back again, and that was amazing. And then, I remembered that we are fighting a battle. I totally let my guard down, I wasn’t read to defend myself. The devil is so crafty I can’t even stand it. We are in a life long battle, for sure. When people first introduced us to Jesus, they probably said to come to Him and He would take away all our worries, pain, struggles, and make our lives so much better. He can do so much for us, people said. What they forget to say, because it doesn’t sound all that attractive, is that we are really called to deny ourselves, take up our cross, and follow him. There is nothing in that statement about how he will enrich our lives, and make our lives better, and the reason we should follow him is to make our life bearable. Not that those things are wrong, and they are definitely by-products of a life that is dedicated to following Jesus, but that is not the main point. There should be nothing comfortable about Christianity. We are dying and denying our self always, and fully prepared for the devil who walks about like a roaring lion seeking who he may devour.