confessions of the world’s worst barista

confessions of the world’s worst barista

Imagine a petite, brainy, 20-year-old English major who’s long on earnest enthusiasm and short on physical grace. (That’s code for cute but clumsy.) She’s great at remembering details like arabica vs. robusta beans or the names of espresso drinks. However, she can’t always remember to put the carafe in place before brewing the coffee, which means a steady boiling stream floods the counter. Again.

Imagine, too, that she’s in the most serious romance of her life and giddy with thoughts of when he might show up for a (free) cup of joe and conversation. She’s also probably working on homework behind the counter and slightly lost in the pages of a book. Now, ask her to fix a latte with skim milk and a LIGHTLY-toasted bagel.

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what do i do when friendships end? friendships and houseplants, part 2

what do i do when friendships end? friendships and houseplants, part 2

We’re talking about friendships with my buddy Keri Lee from Free to Fly Ministries again this week. Check out last week’s post where she laments her “black thumbs” when it comes to caring for houseplants but offers Biblical wisdom on caring for our friendships. Such good reminders for me!

This week, though, I asked her, “What about when the relationship ends despite best efforts?” Here are her thoughts and encouragement to get out there and try again.

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friendships and houseplants: help! the flowers fell off!

friendships and houseplants: help! the flowers fell off!

Excited for you to meet my friend Keri Lee Robbins this week as she shares a two-part series on tending our “friendship plants” with wisdom from God’s word. Keri  Lee and I met a few years ago through Twitter as we were traveling to attend the same conference. My Las Vegas buddy is a gentle yet passionate advocate for foster care and adoption as well as for those with disabilities. So glad to call her my friend. Enjoy!

I do not have a green thumb at all. It’s quite black. Like midnight black. Generally speaking, giving me a plant is sentencing it to death. It’s a sad reality that I have come to accept. The people I love know that I do enjoy flowers though, so recently I was given 2 flowering plants.

On Mother’s Day, my Mom gave me an orchid. An orchid. One of the hardest plants to keep alive in the history of plants. It had five very pretty little flowers on it. I was immediately enamored and terrified. Then, my sweet friend Cindy brought me a flowering succulent with lovely coral flowers.

Both plants came with little cards detailing how to care for them, and I studied them cautiously. They only needed water once a week with good drainage, medium sunlight, and needed to be transplanted when they got larger. There was, however, nothing on the cards to prepare me for what would occur within a few days.

 The flowers began to brown and fall off.  

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why you’re headed toward harvey helper burnout (and what to do about it)

why you’re headed toward harvey helper burnout (and what to do about it)

I’m a muddy mix of post-Harvey feelings. I bet you are, too.

I’m grateful my neighborhood was spared the worst so we can be out there helping our city. I’m heartbroken over other’s losses. I’m also worried about my friends facing down Hurricane Irma, but I’m not sure how to help them. I want to know how long it’s going to take for us to recover, to feel normal again.

Longer than I’d like, I’m sure.

It’s not just the physical recovery either. I had two recent experiences that showed me the emotional toll of a disaster, even for people who didn’t lose their homes. Sunday night I awoke from a disturbing nightmare about flooding. I won’t recount the details. Too many people around me lived the real thing while our family stayed high and dry. Then, 2AM Wednesday, a short-lived thunderstorm rolled into Houston. I bolted up, crying out, “What’s happening?!” I’ve heard from other friends who reacted similarly, some taking shelter in closets in case of more tornadoes, and all of us worrying about other people.

And we are the ones who lost nothing in the physical sense. I can’t fathom the trauma of people who lost homes, cars, jobs, or family. What is abundantly clear, however, is that all of us need grace and time to heal.

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