Tier 2: Day 11

Isn’t it amazing when dreams come true?
Mine did today.

Ok, it wasn’t much of a dream.
More of a longing.
A hope.
A desire.
Ok. 
Food.
It was about food!

It involved our local coffee shop, that became a regular haunt of ours in the summer.
I loved it before, but out of the blue, they chose to collect toys from their customers for our toy appeal.
It turns out their customers are really generous.

After a cold, rainy swim, I went for coffee and food with my swim-buddy.
As I sat with coffee, just the way I like it;
avocado on sourdough toast, with bacon and eggs;
I exhaled slowly.
God was in his heaven, and all was right with the world. 

I heard today of an area in Italy that can’t produce it’s finest wine every year.
The area is so small that conditions have to be perfect.
On years when it’s too cold, or too hot, or too wet, they have to be patient, and hope for a better year to come.

Whatever happens, there is always hope.
Hope of better days.
Hope that life can be wonderful, even though it’s different.
And yes, hope that one day, your favourite coffee shop will be serving food again.

‘May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope, by the power of the Holy Spirit.’
Romans 15:13

Sing along if you know it.

Lots of love xx

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