Marshmallows in Hot Cocoa

3:53pm
my friend Jc calls on his way home from a conference,
he offers fresh insights, his words bring comfort, i tell him i am looking forward to coffee with my friends, especially a favorite friend, ladies only ~

4:18pm
a friend, someone close to my mother in age, sends an email, she says she wants to get together soon, yet in her email i fail to find even a hint that she read my invitation
to coffee this morning, ladies only ~

11:47pm
while i sleep, a young woman sends an email asking for prayer,
she is concerned about her grandmother, she is awake ~

4:45am
i am praying for the young woman and her grandmother. i remember lunch on Sunday, this young woman promising to consider joining us for coffee, i look forward to seeing her, i hope ~

7:15am
a favorite friend texts she won't be with us for coffee, she is not feeling well this morning, is not going to join us in this a place i know she will find friendship, be embraced, ladies only ~


blinking back the tears that want to form at the corners of my eyes, i feel my heart melting into sadness like marshmallows in a too-hot cup of cocoa.


my words are inadequate.

i often feel i am a woman who is deaf and can hardly talk.

Rw
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Jesus looked up in prayer, groaned mightily, and commanded, 

"Ephphatha!—Open up!" And it happened. The man's hearing was clear 

and his speech plain—just like that. Mark 7:31-36 excerpt MSG