I told my friends at my Starbucks I would be moving to Houston in a few weeks. I will miss my favorite blue chair in the corner. Pray for Sean this morning.
Over the past 4 years or so, I have haunted little coffee shops in the early hours of the morning. Some of the best times alone with the Lord have been in those places where I am surrounded by the commotion of life. My affinity for Starbucks doesn't lie in their politics, but inside my grande-mild-drip in a venti cup. [+whole milk and 6 sweet and lows]