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One of the things I love about summer break is that I do not need to ‘prepare’ anything the night before the next day.

I do not have to choose and lay out what I am planning to wear.

I do not have to ensure that there are clean socks and underwear.

I do not have to make my lunch.

I do not have to set the alarm at my bed.

I do not have to prepare the coffee and program it to come on the next morning.

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What I have learned this summer, though, is that one of those ‘night before’ preparations are imperative … no matter what is happening the following day.

You see, trying to make coffee in the morning (even for a self-confessed morning person, such as myself) before having had a cup of coffee is … near impossible!

I stumble into the kitchen saying over and over:
“I need coffee”
“The coffee will soon be ready”
“Just a few more minutes””It’s not that difficult a task”

“I think I can, I think I can …”

Then I talk to myself, replaying in my mind the process needed to achieve that most desired brew. I open the wrong canister in search of the beans. I lose count of scoops, have to dump them back into their container, and recommence my numbering. I bang my shin into the dishwasher, left opened the night before to allow the dishes to fully dry. I trip, beans flying across the floor, the cupboards, under the appliances. Finally, after re-counting beans, they are safely into their compartment, ready to be ground into a fine powder.

Then there is the water. The entire time I am running water into the glass carafe, I am saying over and over to myself just how many cups I am to brew. Then I pray, over and over, that I do not drop or slam the pot into anything that might cause it to smash into a billion pieces. All that is needed now is to push the ‘on’ button (unless I press the only other button on the machine first).

Then, the waiting!

There is something worse than making coffee in the morning, before having had a cup of coffee. It is having to drive somewhere to get coffee before having had that first cup of coffee!

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It was unexpected that I would awaken on Sunday morning with a migraine. I used to have those most dreaded headaches  W  A  Y  back in my early thirties. But, as I headed closer and closer to forty (like a freight train out of control, barreling down the tracks) they gradually dissipated, and disappeared.

I always felt very fortunate that I was never sick to my stomach, or needed to go to the hospital for stronger relief. I simply would take Ibuprofen, and go to bed, to sleep it off (of course my kids were ten years younger then, so it was not so easy to just go to bed).

So, when I awoke on Sunday morning, with a mental to do list, I was floored … almost literally! As the radio alarm went off, and my brain kicked into wake up mode, I knew it would not be easy to open my eyes.

I staggered as far as the back door in our kitchen, to let the beast out to do her morning thing, praying all the while that a squirrel wouldn’t divert her attention, and force me to maintain my vertical position for any longer than necessary. Thankfully she returned to the confines of our home, and I returned to the confines of my room, where the Ibuprofen is stored! Once an ample quantity was swallowed, I crawled back into bed, and told hubby I would be a no-show at church, and he would need to inform our lunch guests that they were uninvited (but I would reschedule).

Then, I rolled over, and slept … and slept … and slept … until 9:52am … that never  happens!

When I awoke, the migraine had been down-graded to a headache. So, I popped more Ibuprofen, and headed to the next best cure of a morning headache … coffee! Although it was physically painful to hear the beans being ground, the first whiff of it’s delightful scent made the pounding subside, all on it’s own!

As the sun was shining, and the birds were singing, I took my cup of brew to the back deck, where I could put my feet up, and close my eyes (funny how I headed to the light with a headache, but if you lived where I do, and were experiencing the ‘non-summer’ which was preceded by the ‘non-spring’ you would understand that, in this context, sunshine can always be enjoyed … but, I digress).

Soon after getting into position, out came daughter number one, followed by daughter number two, followed by only son. And it was good. We talked, we laughed, and not a form of technology was in sight! I needed this even more than I had needed the Ibuprofen and the coffee.

It amazes me how, when you need it most, and are not wise enough to acknowledge it, rest is provided … just usually not in the way we would like, or could plan. But when we need it, when every fiber of our being cries out for it, our bodies make it happen.

June is a busy month, but July is heaven, for those of us who go to, or work at a school. I usually find that the first week of summer break is family hibernation week. No one really seeks out socializing, we just cocoon at home … together. And I love it (what can I say, I am a natural at cocooning).

But, this year I am working through July, and, when I am home, I am still working … sending emails, making phone calls. So, our first week off together, was not … together, at all. One hot evening (I think there was only one or two last week), as they all hopped in the pool, I was still returning emails, and making calls, despite their invites and pleading to join them.

By the end of last week (Saturday night, to be exact) I was complaining bitterly to hubby that I was feeling a heap of ‘momma guilt’ for not spending time with our kids (other than bellowing out orders … consider this confession time …). He was not so sympathetic … seriously, men just do not get women (and this is news to me and you? I don’t think so!)! And made some comment about how our kids are not suffering for attention (which is true, but what he didn’t ‘get’ was that I was suffering … for time with my kids … he does usually get it when it is he, who I am suffering to spend time with … just sayin’).

So, Sunday morning, I got my hearts desire … just in a not so desirable way. My body said ‘STOP’ … and I did, because I had no choice. And, as I sat out on our deck, steaming coffee in hand, my heart swelled with thankfulness for the provision of time … unplanned, unscripted … not contrived by a human mind, but handed to me, to us, by a heavenly Father who hears the cries of my heart.

“O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
Is my Savior’s love for me!”

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