Carrie Norris
A Liturgy for the Ritual of Morning Coffee
In the quiet of the kitchen, before my four youngest awake. (My husband and oldest son are off to work-- still Christmas break for our son, so he gets to go to work with dad this week.) Our youngest four are still sleeping off their Ringing-In-The-New-Year midnight bedtime two nights ago, and the kitchen is quiet and the air is still, thrumming, though, with the potential of all that will take place today--the eating and learning and snuggling and laughing and mistakes and mending and growing and loving. The day awaits. Good morning, Lord.
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A Liturgy for the Ritual of Morning Coffee
In the quiet of the kitchen, before my four youngest awake. (My husband and oldest son are off to work-- still Christmas break for our son, so he gets to go to work with dad this week.) Our youngest four are still sleeping off their Ringing-In-The-New-Year midnight bedtime two nights ago, and the kitchen is quiet and the air is still, thrumming, though, with the potential of all that will take place today--the eating and learning and snuggling and laughing and mistakes and mending and growing and loving. The day awaits. Good morning, Lord.
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