A friend shared this photo on Facebook today. I found it so touching. A short story with it talks about a conversation between this young man and Jesus. Oh how I would love to have the same opportunity.
A coffee house?
When I was a young mom living abroad, I would often make a visit to one of the local family friendly bars for an afternoon latte. While enjoying my infusion of caffeine, the bar owners would take over spoiling duties of Brittany and Stephi. Candy, juice, hugs and songs...what's not to love?! It was a moment of peace granted to a harried mother during a busy day centered around overly wired toddlers.
Once Britt started preschool, the school she attended actually had a morning coffee bar for the parents. What a great idea! I got to know some great people sipping a latte while little Stephi cuddled on my lap skimming frothy milk from the top of my glass before toddling to join other little brothers and sisters playing nearby.
By the time Joshie was toddling about, we lived in Dublin, Ohio. While the girls were off at school, Josh and I would meet friends at the local coffee houses. Joshie was always ready to jump in his carseat for a coffee because he knew we were meeting another mom who would bring him a playmate. What a great outing.....two or more moms sipping tea and coffee discussing life and figuring out some answers all the while our babes happily played nearby.
Coffee houses are full of great memories for me, and have become the place I associate friendship, a little peace from life's chaos, and sweet times with my kids.,,,, The perfect place to meet Jesus.
How do I imagine it would go?
First I would give him a hug and ask him about Josh. "How is Josh? Does he ask about us? Can he see us?" I'm sure I would go on and on while a very patient Jesus would listen and respond thoughtfully.
Then if I was able to keep my composure or continue to speak at all, I would ask the hard questions.... "Why am I here when Josh is not?" Why was it necessary to take such a sweet child on the cusp of life? Why did you allow epilepsy into our lives?" I imagine he would take my hands in his or draw me near, his love filling the room. After a teary conversation, I imagine I would contemplate his words and ask my final question.
Lord, my heart is broken but I am still breathing...please tell me why? Please tell me your plan and what you want me to do with the time I am here for I am yours.....
I know I would be so greatly humbled and feel so much love. In my limited understanding, I wonder if I would be able to "get it." I just don't see how I would be able to understand the infamous "big picture" given the loss we have felt these last two years, but I know somehow I would be much better off .
I have always had a dream that I would have a conversation with Jesus in a coffee house.
A coffee house? When I was a young mom living abroad, I would often make a visit to one of the local family friendly bars for an afternoon latte. While enjoying my infusion of caffeine, the bar owners would take over spoiling duties of Brittany and Stephi. Candy, juice, hugs and songs...what's not to love?! It was a moment of peace granted to a harried mother during a busy day centered around overly wired toddlers.
Once Britt started preschool, the school she attended actually had a morning coffee bar for the parents. What a great idea! I got to know some great people sipping a latte while little Stephi cuddled on my lap skimming frothy milk from the top of my glass before toddling to join other little brothers and sisters playing nearby.
By the time Joshie was toddling about, we lived in Dublin, Ohio. While the girls were off at school, Josh and I would meet friends at the local coffee houses. Joshie was always ready to jump in his carseat for a coffee because he knew we were meeting another mom who would bring him a playmate. What a great outing.....two or more moms sipping tea and coffee discussing life and figuring out some answers all the while our babes happily played nearby.
Coffee houses are full of great memories for me, and have become the place I associate friendship, a little peace from life's chaos, and sweet times with my kids.,,,, The perfect place to meet Jesus.
How do I imagine it would go?
First I would give him a hug and ask him about Josh. "How is Josh? Does he ask about us? Can he see us?" I'm sure I would go on and on while a very patient Jesus would listen and respond thoughtfully.
Then if I was able to keep my composure or continue to speak at all, I would ask the hard questions.... "Why am I here when Josh is not?" Why was it necessary to take such a sweet child on the cusp of life? Why did you allow epilepsy into our lives?" I imagine he would take my hands in his or draw me near, his love filling the room. After a teary conversation, I imagine I would contemplate his words and ask my final question.
Lord, my heart is broken but I am still breathing...please tell me why? Please tell me your plan and what you want me to do with the time I am here for I am yours.....
I know I would be so greatly humbled and feel so much love. In my limited understanding, I wonder if I would be able to "get it." I just don't see how I would be able to understand the infamous "big picture" given the loss we have felt these last two years, but I know somehow I would be much better off .
When our time to part drew near, I would hug him once again and make the same request that I make every night in my prayers...
"Please give Josh a kiss and hug for me and let him know we love him!"
Hugs!
Sherri
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