"Here, for you! Because.... Just because I love you."
Ok, so maybe I fill this sacred space with peanut butter oatmeal and journaling. Does that make it wasted or less holy? No, I don't think so. I think it makes it mine.
Gregory Allen Isiakov, my muse these days, says if it weren't for second chances we would all be "as lonely as a ring on a cold coffee cup."
He is right. How melonchey it feels to observe something that was once warm and full be rendered empty.
Praise God who continues to fill our coffee cups to overflowing! He will never leave us without.