Hot chocolate, bread and butter, cheese.
Cool and rainy outside; the buses and taxis pass by.
Warm and ivory inside; a booth to myself; pictures of Bogota in days gone by.
Day after difficulties; the tip of the iceburg pierced deep, leaving a hole.
Pen on paper; deep cries out to deep.
Failure? Purpose? Calling?: Questions.
Jeremiah 29:4-14.
Almost-tears in a downtown cafe.
"I've seen enough to know you're my only hope, I don't want to go... if you're not with me." -Chris Tomlin
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