Sitting on the edge of his fire was a blackened coffeepot. It was a daily ritual, making and drinking coffee. A foot from the fire, resting on the ground, was his coffee mug. He drank from it regularly throughout the day. Every day.”
–Cotton Smith
Greetin’s to yuh, Pard. Coffee’s hot and strong, come an’ grab a cup. Don’t yuh be bashful! Trust yuh had a good week, no matter what though, it’s past. Might be some consequences left over, but they’ll pass. The thing is Pard, to face the day, and prepare for the future. ‘Course we know that day might not show up, but we need to be ready if it does. Same’s true ’bout the comin’ of the Lord. It’s gonna happen, it might not be today, but we have our heart ready in case He comes tomorrow.
Yuh know, seasons come and go, not only the seasons of nature, but of life and even in the short term. Last night the middle granddaughter moved from the season of high school to the big adult world and the world of college. Big change, but it is part of life. Oh, not necessarily the college part, but the season of movin’ on with life after high school. Boy howdy, I can remember that time. I was ready to get on with the summer for baseball and then on to college. I was raised right, and was ready to prove myself to the world. It was time for me to be gettin’ on. Long story short, I made it through–could have done better, but I made it. Then on to the military, which I enjoyed.
By the time I was headin’ for my Masters, I had my habits and routine down, and really enjoyed that work. Yep, seasons come and go. What’s that yuh say? I’m in the season where I’m ridin’ my rockin’ chair now. Pard, yuh best be careful or I’ll cut yur coffee rations. Now, I’ll tell yuh the truth. When I get up in the mornin’ to do my readin’ and studyin’ I sit in my rocker, drinkin’ coffee, lookin’ at the sun shine through the trees. I’m not about to be thrown by that chair, but sometimes the readin’ stumps me or at least causes me to contemplate.
Quit yur grinnin’. But what I’m tellin’ yuh is that seasons come, and they go. However, and get this Pard, get it good–the Lord is with us in all seasons of life, all seasons of change along the journey. Our job is to be listenin’ to Him and obeyin’ His Word. If’n we do that we’ll have a better time gettin’ through the obstacles on the trail and facin’ those fiery darts of the enemy.
One thing I’ve noticed through the years of our partakin’ of coffee together. No matter the day, the hour, or the season, I keep havin’ to reminding yuh to check yur cinch. One of these days… Well, we’ll leave it at that.
Vaya con Dios.