To my right is a coffee table.

I am under a pillow of blankets, perched on my bed. To my right is a coffee table, that is very dear to my heart. Its previous care taker was a darling friend of mine. Regularly stocked on its dark wood surface is a blue lamp, two framed photos, a bowl of change, and a mug of writing utensils. Subsequently there a few items that have been added tonight: a giant glass of orange juice, a mound of cough drops, and roll of tissue paper. The tissue paper, it will soon be in a crumpled pile on the floor. Now, if you hadn't tuned in the last few sentences, I am starting to sink into a pit of illness. Why, oh why? If my pockets were filled with folds of many twenty dollar bills, I would probably be enthralled to turn off the alarm and bundle up in a cocoon of layers. But seeing as I am a humble servant of tacos, my pockets are filled with a single dollar bill and many pennies (and the occasional tortilla chip). The beauty beneath the tacos, is the mere fact that God provides. Even when I manage to have the worst Sunday afternoon, straight from church, gave all of my money to the tithe bucket, customers - I somehow am able to pay all of my bills, every month. 

ps.

Tonight one of my tables literally prayed with me that MSU would have a horrible game. I love Jesus time.