God, a Keurig and Working My Way Back

Hi all! So glad to be back (and having a little fun with the blog-theme, in honor of Halloween later this week)! So sorry for going off radar since July of this year. Hope all is well with all of you. Special thanks to my newest follower, the awesome PJ Reece, whose rockin-insightful writing-related posts never fail to inspire me. I am humbled. If you are so inclined, please check out his wonderful website and blog! His Story Structure to Die For is an EXCELLENT reference and a quick, fun and enlightening read, too.

Geez! One paragraph in and off-topic already. Please indulge me in the thoughts that follow.  Please note, I enjoy sharing stories of moments in life that inspire me. What you take from that is entirely up to you! 🙂

Having said that…

I do not consider myself religious, at least not anymore. I was raised in the Catholic church; my firm belief in its tenets at that time was among the reasons I managed to make choices that helped keep me out of trouble as a teen and as a young adult. By my mid-twenties, however, I began more of a spiritual journey.

Today I consider myself more spiritual than religious. I choose to name the guiding force in my life God. My faith is stronger than it has ever been, but not necessarily tied to the teachings of any particular religion. (“The closer I get to God, the further I get from religion,” Bono of U2 fame has said on more than one occasion. That statement has stuck with me since the first time I heard my birthday buddy say it, well over a decade ago. Yep, U2 and I, we’ve been around a while, lol. And Bono and I just happen to have been born the same day, same year–you know ;).)

Anyway, I had one heck of summer, friends. First one ever I didn’t mind seeing come to an end, even with the return to the school day on a weekly basis. For once, I looked forward to the routine a regular schedule would bring.

As I stated in another post, a family matter took up a slew of my time and energy. For too many days and then weeks in a row, I woke up feeling depressed, overwhelmed and wondering how to handle a situation and somehow maintain balance in my—and my family’s—day to day.

One Saturday morning in particular, I was feeling pretty blue. Hubby came up to let me know he’d had to brew a second pot of coffee; for some reason, the coffee seeped out somewhere from the bottom of the coffee maker and all over the counter. Since that’s pretty much what happened with the last one (same brand, different model), I figured it might be time to break down and get the Keurig, a move I’d been avoiding. (I’m not crazy for the single cup coffee maker, not to mention the price for one is typically in the triple digits, or at the higher end of the double digits.)

That morning’s weather happened to be perfect. I went out for my walk and met up with some friends. I shared my main concerns and put out a general request for help relative to the family situation, willing to take any suggestions and/or offers. Two ladies approached me with very viable possibilities. Another told me she was living a similar situation. She gave me her phone number, to call or text any time, “just to talk” should I feel the need.

My walk home had me feeling deeply grateful, humbled and in awe of how I believe God had shown up, proof that He was working in my life that day. My older son was calling me, too, wanting to know when I’d be home. He had a “surprise” he was convinced I was going to love.

My thoughts shifted to my boys and how blessed I feel with how they’re turning out so far. At just about 17 and 15, I can’t ask for better. (Well, maybe the younger one—sometimes—but overall he’s much improved, lol.) More proof that God was present, and that all would work out with my family situation.

Soon as I got home I was hit hard with another reminder of God’s action. Funny how, on some days, divine intervention shows a direct line.

On my counter sat a boxed Keurig coffee maker.


My older son had just bought it a yard sale, at the low double-digit price I’d paid for the coffee maker that leaked earlier that morning.

If that ain’t divine intervention folks, I don’t know what is. (Just sayin’. )

photo (46) (Here they rest, side by side. The kid was so excited, hubby and I didn’t have the heart to tell him he wasn’t keeping a second coffee maker on the counter. At least he uses it daily–sometimes more. :))

Anything like that ever happen to you? Do you see it as coincidence, or something bigger than you or me stepping in? Take a moment and inspire me some more, please.

And just sayin’, have a great day!

Thanks for stopping in, and for your time and support.



9 thoughts on “God, a Keurig and Working My Way Back

  1. I can’t think of anything specific right now, but I know what you mean. Glad to see a post from you, and I hope that things are becoming more centered for you. How sweet that your son would buy you the gift. Thinking of his momma. 🙂 I may have to break down and get one of those single-mug tea makers. Then again, it’s just as easy to warm a mug of hot water up in the microwave…


    1. Hi Carrie–great to be interacting again. I hope I can get better centered too–thank you. That’s a great way to put it. As long as I’m focused enough to do some thinking beyond work and home, I feel okay. Hate when life eats up my time (and energy) to do the things that make me feel like a “hooman bean” as my younger son used to say. Sorry it took me a while to catch up with your comment. Some evenings get away from me! Glad to know you’re doing well–best wishes in your current endeavors! I know you’re busy too. Be well and thanks again.


  2. Love this story! I believe that whenever you need something, like a coffee maker, just put it out to the Universe and the Universe provides! These kind of things happen to me all the time. We are never alone and that is a blessing. Enjoy the coffee!


    1. Hey Stacey, I’d love the Universe to provide a life-changing lottery ticket, but I’ll be grateful for the coffee maker, lol. I use it here and there, but my gadget-lovin’ boy really makes that Keurig earn its counter space, lol. I like what you said about never being alone–truly THE blessing! Thanks and hope all is well with you!


  3. Hey, Joanna, thanks for the kind words and the plug for my blog. I appreciate you comments about “God.” I wasn’t raised Catholic — indeed I had a serious antipathy to such hocus pocus — but lately I’ve been researching various Christian mystics like Nikos Kazantzakis and Thomas Merton, and am beginning to appreciate their existentialist approaches to “knowing God.” These guys were real scientists of life. I guess what I’m saying is that I’m becoming more comfortable with deploying the G-word. I’m beginning to understand the mystical sense of faith. Here’s Merton: “Faith means doubt. Faith is not the suppression of doubt. It is the overcoming of doubt, and you overcome doubt by going through it.” These guys had “all or nothing” attitudes. As a writer, I need to emulate that kind of commitment. (How was that for a ramble?)


    1. Hi PJ and welcome! Thanks so much–you’re always welcome to ramble at my blog. Never thought of existentialists as having “all or nothing” attitudes, nor would I ever have connected them and their attitudes to writing, lol. Not a bad way to approach the craft and the business end an author needs to embrace to make any type of splash in this gig. (Now who is rambling?) Love your blog. I may not always comment but I rarely miss a post. Thanks for stopping in and take care!


  4. As you’ve been reading, so many unexplainable things have fallen in to place in my life lately (the job, the kids, the boyfriend, etc). I don’t believe in luck, I do believe we are a part of something much bigger than ourselves.
    If I deeply analyze everything, it’s taken a ton if work on my part to get the things I’ve gotten…but if I wasn’t aligned with the people I am all the effort in the world wouldn’t matter…know what I mean?


    1. Hi there! So glad you stopped in and took the time to leave a comment!

      I totally agree with what you’re saying about putting in the work to get the return. Some of my like-minded friends would say “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be in God’s plan” at any given moment; that I need to do the footwork for God’s plan to play out. That helps me see life as this 1000-piece puzzle for which I don’t have the box with the picture of the finished puzzle. I have to keep trying to attach pieces, one-by-one. Once enough pieces have been fitted, I can take a step back, to get a larger perspective on the part that’s done. Hopefully, I’ll be able to identify one section as a flower, a bird or whatever. As time goes on and more sections are completed, I get a better perspective of how each piece will have related to each other in the long run. Problem is, I can’t see while I’m in it, and hence where I must be patient as my life story plays out.

      Not that anyone would say it’s always supposed to be fun.

      I’m a huge fan of tennis, as you may discover should you continue to hang around my blog. I’ve heard more and more of the players refer to ‘suffering’ on the court, but that the end result, a win in particular, makes it worth it. I get that.

      Be well and hope to see you back! Thanks again!


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