It was cool in the house this morning, so I reached over and grabbed my cape. When it was time to manage a Chemex of coffee, I tied the cape around my neck. It’s draped around my shoulders as I type.
Between living in Texas, and going through Chemo, I get chilled easily. If it’s below 60 degrees, I’m cold.
I read once, when you feel a need for comfort, wrap something around your shoulders. All of the shows that have an ambulance in the scene, have the injured person sitting at the back of it wrapped in a blanket. The EMT’s know this secret.
My cape is actually a lightweight blanket.
It comes in it’s own pouch, so my cape travels well. I take it to the grocery store, and movie theater. Anywhere I might get chilled, my cape comes along.
The brand name is ‘Caffeinated Sloth’. You know my love fest over coffee, and the Sloth is a most intriguing animal, so imaging a Sloth on Caffeine makes me smile. I happened upon this blanket in a local coffee shop, and became friends with the owner.
She is a delightful soul, and you can purchase your own cape here. I bought the Retro Paisley for $20.
Today, I don’t feel a need to change the world, but I do want to make a difference. I love how this sign reads, ‘nice tiara’, as if there are some ugly ones laying around. On second thought, a nice tiara might be a marvelous addition while I wear a cape.
My daughter is spending time this week with one of her best friends. Her friend goes to college in Florida, so they haven’t seen one another in years. She came to Texas to celebrate my daughter’s birthday, which was Wednesday.
Yesterday, I checked the mail, and it was stuffed with all kinds of goodness. I had ordered film for my daughter’s Instamatic camera, and it came in. We weren’t sure the film was going to arrive in time for her to use it during her friend’s visit, but God took care of it. My package from the UK was there as well, and I squealed with excitement!
Peter has always been an encouragement to me, and I admire his passion for what he does. I believe we have numerous opportunities as a community of Bloggers to encourage one another. Purchasing Lucy was my way of giving Peter a little bit of encouragement when needed.
There is something about this scary looking creature, holding a heart that makes me smile. I can’t tell if she is offering it, or taking it. Are heart matters a little fear for you?
My daughter and her friend stopped by yesterday just to give hugs. She saw Lucy displayed in the frame we had chosen for her together. I was beaming with love over Lucy, and my daughter shouted, “I love Lucy!” Me too lovely. Me too. Thank you Peter for helping us face our Little Fears.
After a few days of showing her around, she asked, “Where are all the cowboys?!” Her comment still brings a smile to my face. I responded, “They are here Mama, just hidden.” She watched way too many westerns.
Yesterday morning, a young cowboy was walking in front of me into a restaurant, and I knew what was going to happen as soon as I saw him. He was wearing jeans, boots, and a plaid shirt tucked into his jeans. Yes! In this Texas heat!
He saw me approaching from behind, reached for the door handle of the restaurant, pulled the door open and stood there waiting for me to walk in first. It’s how he was raised.
Standing in line at the restaurant, he stood out, and I could tell the waiting was making him uncomfortable.
There was a young man about his age standing nearby dressed normally. He was also staring at his phone, which I didn’t see the young cowboy with a phone. It was 10:00 am, and he was trying to order lunch. The lady behind the counter modified the menu to make him lunch.
I felt sad for the young cowboy, feeling out of place in Texas of all places! He probably received his first pocket knife at the age of five, and was taught how to use it for work on the farm, and whittling wood for fun. Not for protection.
Maybe he felt like he was standing out in the crowd, but I saw him as standing above it.
Thank you Mama’s for continuing to raise young cowboy’s.
May they always stand out in the crowd, and open doors.
Do you ever feel led to buy something, and not sure why?
I was in an antique book shoppe, and found a copy of one of my favorite books. It was beautiful, and I wanted it, but I already owned a copy. So, I left the shop without it.
Not getting the book bothered me for weeks, but I didn’t need it. Then God revealed it wasn’t for me, I was just supposed to buy it. It was to be mailed to one of my dearest friends. I called the shop, thinking it might be gone by now, but it was still there, and has been mailed to my friend.
This happens to my daughter too. She was in a coffee shop in Austin, TX, and saw a newly released book about brewing the perfect coffee, at home. She felt led to buy it, but we know how to brew coffee in numerous ways, so it wasn’t for us. She brought it home, laid it under the Christmas tree, and waited for God to reveal who it was for.
Our favorite coffee shop is Chaparral Coffee in Lockhart. It’s right down the road from our house, and we go there frequently. The coffee is excellent, but we love the people who work there. They take such good care of us, and we feel loved. The book was to be given to the owner, Austin.
You never know what day and time he works, but we trusted that today was the day! God had it all lined up.
We walked in with the book, and there he stood behind the counter. We ordered our drinks, and he made them in our favorite house mugs. I paid for the Chai Lattes before giving him the book. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to give us our drinks. He loved the book, and was very thankful.
We had just caught him before his shift ended, but as he was leaving, he walked over, and stood between us, as we sat on stools. Wrapping an arm around our shoulders, he squeezed us and said, “Merry Christmas girls! Take those cups with you.” We were stunned, but hugged him back.
You just can’t out give God when you give from the heart.
I still drench the Boston Ferns twice a day. It is hot in Texas, and they hang outside. I would want to be drenched too.
Letting go is a continuous process. Before I brought home my first plant, I drank my own medicine, and posted this.
A lady commented, “If you don’t like what stays, you have a decision to make.” I let it all go, and chose what stayed.
I thought I was clearing my platter to make room for more.
When I was actually clearing a space to make room for me.
There is an Asparagus Fern on the porch, that has been moved a dozen times. It didn’t look happy, or that it was getting everything it needed to thrive. Knowing they can take full sun, and shade, it was a challenge finding the right spot.
“I’m loving the metaphor of your plants as they bloom and grow. Your posts feel like fresh water to my dry roots xx”
Thanks to that comment, I knew where to move the Asparagus Fern.
It receives the overflow from the drenching of where this began. My cup runneth over. Catch the overflow.
We are in Missouri! God’s favor is all over this trip. I have a fireplace in my room, and Starbuck’s is right across the street. It’s cold, but nothing like Texas cold. I’m grateful.
The first thing on the Agenda today, was a haircut. I literally woke up with more hair than desired. The rental car is a Jeep Cherokee, so you know my daughter and I had a squealing Gilmore Girls moment over that! I hopped in and drove across the street to a shopping center, and after circling around the building, there was a salon named, “Bliss”. Perfect.
They could probably tell I was from Texas. I walked in wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, boots, and a jean jacket. If they couldn’t tell by looking at me, they knew as soon as I opened my mouth! This young girl offered to cut my hair, and I told her what I wanted. “Leave the top, and shave the sides and back. I’m going for the James Charles look, without the makeup.”
She didn’t know James Charles, so I had to show her a picture. If you don’t know who he is, James is Cover Girl’s first “Cover Boy!” Not only is he beautiful, he has massively good hair.
The hairstylist met me at the counter with a bag filled with goodies. It was her way of saying thank you, and it was very sweet. Below the counter were some candles for sale, and not just any candle. One of my faves, Woodwick. I was sitting in my hotel room lastnight missing my candles. They give a feeling of warmth, and they make your space smell great.
It was like she knew my heart, and put my favorite color tissue in the bag. Red and gold.
God knows my heart, and this is a picture of complete happiness for this girl.
Yes, I got stranded at Starbucks for a while. Where I chose to park, was where the trucks like to unload, so I was blocked in. That’s okay, because I am in ‘No Rush’ mode today.
I went into Starbucks, and placed my order. As I was waiting, I saw some mugs they had on clearance. Like, I need one more mug, but this was not a need. It was a longtime want.
I saw this mug at Christmas, and wanted it then, but it was full price. Today, it was the only one sitting there like it, and it was half price. Come to Mama! I see it as God’s favor.
The title of this Blog came to me as I arrived back at the hotel. I came into my room, turned on the fireplace, lit my new candle, and started a cup of tea. Picking up my daily devotional, this is what today’s word said. It reminded me of how every moment has been covered in His favor. From the flight, to the rental car, to the hotel, and especially today.
“Trust Me Enough to spend ample time with Me, pushing back the demands of the day. Refuse to feel guilty about something that is so pleasing to Me, the King of the universe. Because I am omnipotent, I am able to bend time and events in your favor. Also, as you align yourself with My perspective, you can sort out what is important, and what is not.” (Excerpt from Jesus Calling page 43)
I hope you are seeing God’s favor in your life. No coincidence, just finding favor.
Barbara is a Writer, a Mom to her 17-year-old daughter, a recent Breast Cancer survivor, and she loves God. When she started this Blog in 2014 Letitgocoach was the name that stuck. She enjoys helping people Let Go of what is holding them back from having a beautiful life. Her life is beautiful, and an example of Letting Go and Letting God. You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com