I feel like I might pass out. I forget that caffeine and nerves don’t mix for me. I just drank a large iced mocha cappuccino at PJ’s of New Orleans – quite a bit sweeter than I am use to. Not at all like Starbucks. Now, I feel the need to run down the road, kicking my heels and shouting. The crazy bloated lady with messy hair. I’ve been to the bathroom three times in the past hour, the mocha running right through me. Screwing with my insides.
We’ve been sitting at this eclectic coffee shop for the past three hours, trying to pass the time, me texting and e-mailing everyone I could think of and then getting high on caffeine. I sat outside, put my feet up at the round table and let the breeze whip through my hair, having an awesome chat with God. He probably thinks I’m crazy, too, about now. Good thing about God – I know He still loves me despite my craziness. And I know I haven’t surprised Him in the least. He knew how I would react to this situation and the specifics of this day long before I was born.
My friend, A. just called and I rambled on without taking a breath, too excited to stop. I gave her the rundown. That we’re waiting. No news. That long time dream is still in the works. We’re praying and waiting and sitting in the sun, listening to the breeze. Enjoying the sounds of life and breathing in the experience of it all.
