Coffee (Part 2)

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Press was busy as usual. Mostly first shifters getting breakfast to go. There were at least 20 people in line checking their phones, looking annoyed that there were people in front of them. A few people were seated, most of them had laptops, there was one seating area by the window, big comfy chairs with a table in between, Harper gave Michael her order and went to sit down. He wanted to buy her a coffee he could endure that long line on his own.
Harper looked at Michael as he approached their seats. He was a handsome man but… she didn’t quite know what the but was however there was always a but.
So what type of work do you do?
And so it begins, I am a paralegal for Evergin and Wright.
I’m sorry, and so what begins?
The “script”. I find it boring and unoriginal, how in our society we always want to get to know people by asking what type of work they do. Most people don’t love their jobs, they have bills to pay so they work. A better question to ask is what do you enjoy? Then you may get a more fulfilling answer.
You’re a bit of a handful I see. So, what do you enjoy.
Sculpting and nature.
You sculpt, what medium?
Not really. I take pottery classes at the Cultural Arts Center and try to get out of the city one weekend a month to go hiking.
I think you are more interesting than me.
Why? What do you enjoy.
Music, I spend my weekends checking out local bands across the city. Lately that’s about it.
That’s not a bad thing. You act like you don’t like it.
It’s not that I don’t like it, I’m just thinking it’s not very creative.
Harper enjoyed talking to Michael, he was comfortable. She learned a lot about him in their twenty-minute chat. He was from a large family, he’d moved here to go to school but never went back home. He seemed to miss home. He had one child, a son, a teenager which made him way older than he looked, and he wanted to see her again. Harper wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It was one thing to think about going on a date, it was a whole other thing to actually commit to one.
So, would you like to have dinner sometime?
No, but I’ll meet you here at seven tomorrow for coffee.
Really now.
Yea, I like coffee.
Harper stood to leave, her heart seemed to skip a beat. How could she be that interested in someone she had known less than an hour?
Thanks for the coffee and conversation. I enjoyed it.
Harper walked toward the door. She was sure she was sweating, and that her face was flushed, she’d tried to stay cool but…there’s always a but.

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The reason

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For the past year I have struggled with “why”. Why do bad things happen, to anyone really? We often ask why bad things happen to good people, but at one-time bad people were good people and then some bad things happened. Sometimes these things happened in childhood and made growing up very hard. For everyone that asks “why”, there is usually someone else with an answer. Those answers are usually something vague like, “There is purpose in pain.” or something that is meant to bring comfort to the situation, something like, “God will use your situation to help others.” Neither really answer the question. Some questions have no answers and although a person dealing with hurt is not interested in hearing it, there is purpose in pain and God will use your story to help others.  It’s important that we know when to listen and cry with those that are hurt and when it is time to introduce them to the idea that there is a higher purpose for their life.

Sometimes the hurt we experience is the only way we can effectively live within our life’s calling, experience is the only way we can understand others well enough to help them. In the fourth chapter of Esther, Mordecai was in mourning because the Jews in the land were to be killed. Esther was the Queen and a Jew. When Esther learned that Mordecai was out in public in his sackcloth and ashes, she sent a messenger to ask him to stop. Mordecai asked Esther to talk to the king, Esther declined. Mordecai reminded Esther of who she was and suggested that being the queen wouldn’t necessarily protect her.  Then he made one good point, he said to Esther; “Who knows, perhaps you have come to your royal position for such a time as this.” Esther went to see the king. Who better to plead mercy from the king for the Jewish people than someone who knew and understood what being a Jew meant and understood what would be lost.

There will always be hurt and bad things in this world. People are going to hurt each other, children will suffer, there will be a lot of lonely nights and hard days. Life is not fair. We each have a story and a calling; the strong ones help the weak. You made it through maybe you will be the one that helps another stay alive or understand their purpose. There is purpose in pain and although nothing makes the bad things that happen okay we don’t have to let the unfairness of the situation hinder us from living our purpose.