Coffee on God

God bought me coffee. I think that’s really neat! I know it was Him. God knew I wanted special coffee, my little craving and desire, and He ordered my steps to get it, he ordered another to buy it, and he allowed for a little love note to accompany it. God orchestrated every bit of it, the fellow’s steps, the long wait, the conversation. He had it all in mind – orchestrating every bit of it so He could tell me, “Hi honey. I am here with and for you, and I love you. Here’s some coffee on me. Relax Enjoy. I love you, Holly.” Jesus and God.

Most importantly, God just wants a relationship with us and often uses our life circumstances to get out attention and to show Himself real.

This story reflects much of how God has built a relationship with me over the years, and it has been through lack, but he has always shown up and made a way for me for even seeming insignificant matters and desires. He cares about every little aspect of who we are.

If you’d rather hear a podcast of this, go to: https://www.hollycobrien.com/audio-files.html. Search Coffee on God.

I went to get a coffee one night after much deliberation as to the matter. I shouldn’t have, I thought, in my mind because money was tight then, and even two bucks on a frivolous craving wasn’t justified.

I don’t recall why I didn’t just make coffee. Maybe I didn’t have any, but that would be odd. I was always with coffee, a favorite of mine. I must have just wanted a hazelnut latte or coffee, but having felt it out of the question financially, I nixed it. But the feeling would not go away, in my spirit, it was okay. I was sensing, “Go, it’s okay.” So, I finally relented. I went to Dunkin’ Donuts.

When I got there, there were two people in front of me of French descent. I waited. As I did, a fellow came in behind me, waiting too, and we began chatting, eventually, as he struck up a conversation with me.

He informed me of his having just come from a men’s retreat – a religious retreat of sorts. I listened and we chatted a long time about the retreat and the Lord, and I think he seemed to want to try and win me over for God or something, but I convinced him I already knew Him, and we shared on some level some of our respect for Him and love, the awe. Due to the unnaturally long wait in front of us we’d chatted quite a bit.

It was my turn, finally. Before I got to the counter though, he handed to me a chip, a silver chip like they give out in AA (Alcoholics Anonymous), but instead of it insisting I had a certain number of years or months clean/sober, I saw that it had on it a cross, and around it, it informed me: “God loves you.” On the other side it informed me also to “Believe in your heart and confess with your mouth ‘Jesus is Lord’ and you will be saved.” Romans 10:9-10. Wow. Okay. I smiled, thinking for the first time that that is why God wanted me to go get a coffee. He wanted to tell me He loves me. I smile. I think how neat that is.

Then, I got up to the counter and I ordered my drink. When the lady asked if that would be all, the fellow behind me with whom I’d been speaking, chimed in saying, “That isn’t all. I’d also like a (so and so, whatever he ordered), and I will be paying for both of our drinks.” Well, if that wasn’t God showing up in the circumstance! He was doubling up on the blessings for me. Thank you, Lord. I love it, still.

I told the fellow he was a blessing to me. I didn’t go into the details about my shortage of money or the story behind me even getting up there with all the mental deliberations behind that, but just went on to thank him, expressing my gratitude for his kindness, informing him it meant a lot, as it did, and then I went on to my table to drink my free coffee, and to work on my work.

That incident was a way for God to relay to me, through another person, that He clearly loves me, and that He’s got my back, and my coffee!! He showed me personally that cares about the littlest of things of our lives, like a coffee craving. He apparently finds ways, too, to show us that he loves us, and is for us. God was informing me He is here in all of my circumstances, and He knows what is going on. I like that He cares in all-ways! It was a new, simple and special way for me to see God showing me how He loves me. Thanks, Lord.

God bought me coffee. I think that’s really neat! I know it was Him. God knew I wanted special coffee, my little craving and desire, and He ordered my steps to get it, he ordered another to buy it, and he allowed for a little love note to accompany it. God orchestrated every bit of it, the fellow’s steps, the long wait, the conversation. He had it all in mind – orchestrating it all so He could tell me, “Hi honey. I am here with and for you, and I love you. Here’s some coffee on me. Relax Enjoy. I love you, Holly.” Jesus and God.

The End.

Thank  you. I love you.

 

O LORD, you have searched me and known me!

2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up;

you discern my thoughts from afar.

3 You search out my path and my lying down

and are acquainted with all my ways.

4 Even before a word is on my tongue,

behold, O LORD, you know it altogether. Psalm 139: 1-4

Podcast: Bottom Dropped Out of My Car – An Interesting Answered Prayer

I have retained my abhorrence of being poor for some time – keeping the reality of it to myself. I never really cared much about it or even thought much about it. I never really felt poor, but it had become an issue to me, however, since living in England.

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​This story is about when the “bottom dropped out of my car” in an answer to a prayer to God when He showed me he would help me and cover me when I couldn’t afford to  help myself financially at this time. He’s so good! (13:55)

Praying for our Enemies Podcast

The main thing that I remembered from that prayer was the emotional aspect of it. All of the sudden, I began weeping for the woman as I prayed. I felt so much compassion for her. I felt sad for her, by the fact of what must she feel like on the inside to be so mean, and so rude and hateful, and at such an older age, too. It was sad really. I felt sorry for her. After I prayed, I just let it all go. It was like it was released and flooded out by the compassion. 

(9:45)

Written and Recited by Holly C. O’Brien

One afternoon at work, I had a colleague stop by my classroom to visit me for the first time. I would see her at lunch as we ate with each other and other colleagues at times. I thought it was a nice surprise. I didn’t normally have visitors.

However, the reason for her visit was not a social call, it was a mission to collect gossip – and it was gossip on me. She was a forthright Russian woman who came fearlessly down to collect what she could. Bold. She came to confront me about what was being told about me.

She was there to find out if the rumors of me ratting out another colleague to administration for her smoking during her lunch break were true. I was disgusted and pissed-off at her coming to me with this. It was not true at all. I was bothered and disappointed about the whole thing, and I let her know it. I thought I was going to have a nice visitor, and I’m being ridiculed by people for something that never occurred. I expressed my disgust to her while also hoping to find out why I was being targeted, how did they pin me as the “rat-er” in this error of accusation?

I was piecing it all together in my mind as she spoke. I was also thinking of how I saw “the ratted-out” with these other woman with whom I used to have lunch when I was in a different area who I found were all of the sudden treating me poorly when I’d see them in the halls, for no apparent reason. These women were being mean to me with their looks and snippy remarks, and behaviors. I didn’t understand it, until this. I surmised that is why I was being treated rudely by them – these women had chosen to erroneously believe in what I’d done, and they were standing with their friend in solidarity against me. Oh well.

I never told that colleague out-rightly that I was innocent of what I was being accused. Perhaps I should have righted her, but I didn’t. All that I could think of was how ridiculous this whole thing was – it was all so high school. Pun intended. I was surprised that it was all going on.

I would let them keep their beliefs, at least for a while. If the woman wanted to know the truth, she could come to me herself. I let that go.

My colleague left with little more certainty than she had come with. I deliberately left her confused almost making it seem like I had done it because I refused to admit anything either way. I may have done the wrong thing there. Either way, they would likely have thought what they wanted to despite me telling them the truth.

I thought about the situation after she left. I was mad that I was being targeted unfairly, and being marked by their meanness, really. It was stupid, really, too. I don’t like injustices, either.

I then thought, too, about another injustice that was occurring simultaneously, again, toward me, in part. One of the women in the mix who’d been rude to me, was, separately, unfairly making these “rulings” about a going-away party she was hosting for another colleague. She was ostracizing from the party everyone who did not contribute to it financially. I didn’t even see the original email. She dis-invited all who did not contribute. I went to explain the situation to her in person. She ignored me. She was, at one time, so kind and respectful to me. I was figuring it was all a result of this rumor-mill, and was bothered by it.

I thought about it more after the colleague left. I was pissed about it. I did not like the unfair treatment I was getting, nor that colleague coming to my classroom like that bringing all that garbage. I was hurt and bothered. This was right on top of the emails from this rude colleague which compounded my “righteous anger.” I was feeling accursed by the damning.

As I thought about all that had happened, I was reeling. I was then reminded, quickly, of the duty of Christian’s to pray for their enemies. That was the thought that came to my mind. Pray for your enemies. I didn’t resist too much at all because that’s what we’re to do. There’s got to be some logic to it if we’re told to do it, right? So I, began to pray. That is the only reason I did it.

Jesus instructs Christians in Matthew 5:43 – 44: “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you”.

The main thing that I remembered from that prayer was the emotional aspect of it. I recall that as I was praying, the only woman I prayed for was the one who’d sent me the emails who I felt really hurt by; the whole situation itself other than that seemed to fall by the wayside because it was all so trivial, despite it pissing me off.

All of the sudden, I began weeping for the woman as I prayed. I felt so much compassion for her. I felt sad for her, by the fact of what must she feel like on the inside to be so mean, and so rude and hateful to be that way toward me, and at such an older age, too. It was sad really. I felt sorry for her. After I prayed, I just let it all go. It was like it was released and flooded out by the compassion.

While I prayed, God handled it. I did my part, and actually got peace from it. I got some perspective, too. It was healing, my prayer, and all was well from then.

1 Peter 3:9 in another instruction by Jesus tells us: “Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing.”

I got a blessing with my prayer for that woman that afternoon. I got compassion for her. I got free of the whole worry and “wrongs that were being done to me.” I was no longer angry or bothered, at all.

I eventually came clean sometime over that year to the woman who thought I ratted her out. I told her I never did it, and she accepted it. I just wanted her to know the truth.

I learned that my obedience to the instruction of praying for my enemies freed me up, and I also trust that it helped that woman, too. That’s how it works.

I believe we are to pray for others because their hearts aren’t right with God, and we can help them by praying that God change them to be more pleasing to Him, too. It’s important to remember too, that, according to Ephesians 6:12, ”We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”

They clearly need help. That’s why they are acting that way. They are love-less in some area, right? According to scripture, however, it’s a spiritual issue. People who are hurting, hurt people. So, we can pray for them for Jesus to help them – to free them up from their loveless state – whatever it may be. They are not right and need help. We do too. If we take on that bitterness that ensues from wrongs committed because we do not understand, we may be subject to perpetuating and perhaps worsening the situation. We are to pray for our enemies, simply. We are also going to get a blessing by doing it because we become freed in it. At least that is my experience. We are free from our accusation and self-righteous judgement, maybe also resentment and hurt, as well.

I found a blessing in the prayer offering.  I received compassion, replacing my indignation, and it freed me. I clearly needed a miracle too. A treasure of obedience is clearly a blessing, always. Thank you, Lord.

Thank you for helping me and this woman. Thank you, also, for letting me get a blessing for the obedience to your word. I got to experience the “why,” at least in part, of why we are to pray for our enemies. I’m grateful for the Holy Spirit for this experience for I believe He brought to my attention the thought to “Pray for my enemies.” I am grateful to Christ for helping me see His instruction in practice and the blessing that flowed from that. The bible says that grace and truth are from Jesus Christ. I believe by reverencing Him by praying the word, as He commanded, that He bestowed his grace upon me that day for, my colleague, in the form of compassion for her and the grace to let go of the hurt I felt from her and for giving me peace.

I am grateful to God for giving us Jesus, my brother, to have Him give us the words of life that lead us to walk in paths of righteousness. Thank you for showing me the blessing of praying for our enemies – a double win – and for always leading me in your ways. Thank you for helping me, and for helping my colleague.

Holly

My Camera Podcast

I got this camera in response to a prayer to God to help me get a camera to capture the beauty around which I found myself. I was too poor to afford one, so He helped me out! The next day!  And, it was only like $2 – $3 bucks. I had been seeking God pretty hard during this time, and this was just another reminder that he loves me, helps me, and shows me. And, it was another thing that “He added unto me.” 🙂 Love that! He’s so awesome. Thank you, Lord! (7:50)

Prayer for a Camera – 1 day and $2 – 3 later, “Say Cheese!”

Hi. There was a time when I had little money for anything else above what I needed to pay for my monthly bills. I had just moved into my new place. Money was tight. My rent cost was over half of what I made per month, and it made anything other than my basic necessities pretty much unaffordable.

I moved across from a park which I found to be so beautiful. I love nature. I feel like I see it. I appreciate it highly, and photographing it is something that gives me pleasure – to capture it.  I like different bark of trees, and when I walk, I often see angles which catch my attention, and strike me as worthy of photographing.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMy interest in, and love of, nature led me to desire to capture this beauty I was seeing. However, I didn’t have a camera. I didn’t have the money to buy a camera either.

As I walked along the park within a few days of being there, I recall specifically asking God if he would help me to get a camera. I was looking at this beautiful swirling bark like I’d never seen before, and firework-like floral blossom, and I wished I could capture it with a lens.

I asked God if He would help me to get one somehow. After all, what father would not want for his appreciative daughter to showcase His beautiful work, and in the process of it take such delight also?

I walked on. I let the prayer go up, and I continued to appreciate the new surroundings in which I got to have as mine.

Mike, my new landlord, informed me later that day that there was going to be a fund raiser in that park that next day – he thought I might want to get some new things for my place. Excellent! So, I headed over early that next morning.

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Maybe they’d have a camera for me! He did not know of my desire for a camera, and I honestly did not have any intention of even finding a camera there, but I could acquire some new things pretty inexpensively for my new cottage.

There were a lot of people there. I’m not a yard-saler typically. I walked around seeing what interested me. I found a couple of items of interest for the kitchen. Then, I happened upon the one and only of its kind in the place… a new camera! It looked to be very nice too. It only required batteries which did seem a little odd to me, but I didn’t know a lot about photography or cameras other than I liked to capture nature’s beauty and cool angles and architecture.

I did wonder about its quality, but all of my items, including the camera, only came to only about $7. Yard sales, wow, they rock! So, it was great. If the quality was awful, well, I only spent a couple of bucks, so that was okay. Either way, it was more than I had which was nothing.

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I got my goods, headed home and then off to the store where I bought some new batteries.

The testing-time had come. How would I find it?

I shot some photos and it was great. The quality was top notch. I couldn’t believe it, really, that it was in such good shape, and that it was so cheap, but, of course, God was at play. He’d already been working on the scene to help me out, so that should have been no surprise that he made me to have a good camera destined to meet my hot little hands. I love how God works. I was so excited that it was good, and inexpensive, and I actually had it manifested. I liked it so much. I love you, God!! God was so good to me during those times with all my monetary needs.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

God, as He does, found a way to give me the desire of my heart with that camera that day. That’s so neat, I think.

My time those days focused more on knowing God than anything else. I was in a time of still delighting in Him, I guess, not busying myself with the idol of television. I believe God found a way to get me that camera, as a result, in an affordable way. That was so great!! I love that he provides us with the desires of our hearts, in particular, when we cannot provide them for ourselves, so to speak. There are definite perks to not having  a lot of money – you get the benefit of God in ways you’d likely otherwise not know if you could provide all your own stuff.

I headed back to the park almost immediately, taking incredibly lovely photos of the trees’ bark, trunk clusters of different palms, radiant water lilies and birds in predatory stances, and of the shimmering light on the moss that hung from the trees. It was all so beautiful to me! And what fun, too! I loved it. I got to enjoy many days around that park taking photographs. The Lord is so good to me.

Midway Beauty Park

A few verses of scripture come to mind: “See ye first the kingdom of God and all these things will be added unto you,” and “In all your ways acknowledge Me, and I will direct your paths.” Also, “Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.” The first and last statements are pretty much the same for the most part, I guess.

I make reference to these scriptures because I felt they came to life in this circumstance for me, they applied. It’s just a reminder of A. How God gives us the desires of our heart when we seek Him first and that He will direct our paths to acquire what we need or what we want – – I got that camera for maybe $4 dollars, and it was excellent quality, and God made it known to me how to get it!, and B. I was reminded how God really cares about all the little things of our hearts and lives. He gave me just want I wanted, and at a price that I could afford. J

Jesus told us in Matthew 7:11, “If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?” It’s always worth asking, wasn’t it? If it’s His will, we will not be denied it! I love that the camera was His will too. Also, I recall Jesus also says you have not because you ask not, but there’s also the caveat of asking according to the will of God. So, I guess that hot little camera was part of his awesome will. Awesome!!

I’m amazed at how God makes little things happen that are really so big to me. I love that – the small things in life often are so meaningful. It makes God more of a Father because those little things in life that He has come through on have fostered a delicate relationship with me showing me how intricately involved He is in every aspect and step of my life, and that He hears me and cares about all of the little things that matter to me, also! I love it. I find definite joy in that knowledge! Thank you, Lord, God.

I’m so grateful for a father like God. I’m also reminded that by these little, sweet, personal answered prayers, that God shows me that He does, and has, heard me, and that he responds, in this case, with a YES! He’s so awesome.

Thank you, Lord, God. I love you.

Holly

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Podcast: Malachi Daughter and Dad

Malachai 4:6 And the Lord will turn the hearts of the father’s to their children and the hearts of the children to their fathers. Had this prayed over me for me and my pop for a harmed relationship we had, and within a week I had grace pour over me randomly, washing out my hurt and pouring in the love and compassion of the Father for my dad. We would have a new relationship from that point forward.

Here are some excerpts from the audio file, below.

I told him in an email. I wrote it with the intention of hopefully coming clean with everything with respect to how I felt about him and that type of treatment, everything hoping he’d acknowledge me, that my feelings matter – I even used my siblings hurt too about some of his behavior toward them with respect to this, which maybe I shouldn’t have – it crossed a line. I just told him all of the hurts. I was done pretending, and my build-up, boiled over.

I was honest. I was a little mean too, I guess. It included my fears and hurts about some ways he’d treated me over the years and how I was not interested in that relationship anymore. I wanted and deserved more and better from him. For us.

We had this relationship much of my life where he would do what he would do and I would just accept it whether I liked it or not because mostly I wanted him to love me, and I did not want to rock the boat so I wouldn’t tell him how certain behaviors affected me. I would just blow it off – accepting it as him.

My hope, that he would treat what I was saying with some kind of respect and honor what little I was asking. I was hoping for a somewhat favorable response. Not. He answered, “I think it best that we no longer communicate with one each other. You’ve crossed a line.”

Anyway, though I felt resolved and good for me for taking myself and my feelings into consideration finally, more than his for once, I still wanted my dad. I’d always wanted my dad. That never goes away. I believe even if we are right or justified with our actions, the case remains that we wish for our parents to love us and to be the mature, guiding family they are intended to be, and to do what is right, always – for everyone, but they don’t always.

I believe that if we are without a good relationship with our parents, it hurts us. We are made to love and to be loved, you’d think especially by those who brought us into this world.

Accepting what he wrote, and taking full responsibility for what I wrote, my reply to him was, in effect, “I am sorry for what I wrote in that it came across meanly, but, I am in no way sorry for the content of what I wrote. What I wrote was all true, and if you cannot handle that, then that is on you, but I will in no way apologize for what I said.”

I felt strong and right for having stuck up for myself. It was the first time in my life with my dad like that. I left it at that. I was glad I didn’t feel diminished. Though I was sadly devastated, I was glad not to have caved, and wrote something back weak and self-denying, like, “Oh forgive me, I am so sorry, I don’t mean it. Please forgive me. Come back.” Essentially begging him not to leave me all the while not acknowledging the truth of who I was and how I have felt hurt by how he had treated me in certain situations. I was tired of the denial and deceit of what not standing up for me represented – a façade, as saying to myself that I don’t matter. I wasn’t willing to tolerate behavior that was deceitful nor was I willing to let myself down anymore essentially accepting that I did not matter. If I don’t matter, then let’s be true with it. I was done with all of that though. I could at least stand tall even know I was a sad on some level too.

Bankable Memories – A Birthday Surprise for Mike and a Training Surprise for Me

So, my trip to supporting my family friend turned about to be supportive to me, as well. Blessings go both ways!! 😊
What a loving gift I got, too, as I went to celebrate him! I got celebrated, too, for my training.

My memory will have that moment forever, for how happy he seemed for some reason, and what a fun moment that was!

August 1

My ex-brother-in-law, Mike, had a birthday yesterday. He’s got to be pushing 70 or more – quite a bit older than my sister, he was.

Yesterday I thought to go and spend the day with him. In the morning, I had a flat and had to work out. Prayed about it in the a.m. with respect to having a confirmation of pwhat I was feeling. I opened the bible, and what I turned to was in Psalms, I believe, and it said something about “birthday feast.” Perfect. That settles it.

Went to take my car in and do my training, and by the time I got back it was after noon. I cleaned up myself and felt like I’d rather relax on the couch which is where I found myself sitting doing just that.

It was after 1, and the drive across 70 through FL is my most boring, hated, 3-hour drive, and with no radio!

I consulted the Lord again, what should I do? Do you really want me to go? I got a word from Isaiah that read, “Set you mind on the highway.” I was so excited because it was so clear and, I called Mike and let him know of my plan. Happily, he was out a dock bar having a birthday celebration with some friends and locals.  I asked if he’d be around later, and he said he had no plans. I told him was planning on coming over and taking him out for a birthday dinner! “Yah!” was his great response, in his cute Mike fashion that he does when he’s really excited. It’s so cute like a young kid.

I got off the couch immediately and gladly got about my business. Cleaned up a bit here, packed my bags and readied myself for the highway for the birthday feast celebration. I was so excited for Mike’s excitement and for having clear direction, my road trip woes were destroyed.

I prayed too the trip be shorter, somehow. When my GPS sent me a different way than I’d always gone it’s shaved a half hour off my trip! Yah!!

I got Mike a couple little silly things – a “birthday cupcake” which he requested. It was a chocolate muffin he called a “cupcake,” a card and some candy, a birthday balloon, and that was it. Not much. My visit, and the dinner, were the gifts. Thought he should have a card at least. Something to open! 😊

When I arrived, I sung to him after he opened the door for a quick happy birthday to you – he laughed and took it in.  We greeted each other warmly.

Mike wanted chicken parm which we eventually went out for and had a yummy feast! He was happy! I ate so much. He barely finished his dinner, because he had tacos for lunch he claimed, making him full, whereas I’d only had a tuna sandwich after an hour and a half at the gym, barely anything all day. I was ready to eat. Salad, bread, stuffed mushroom appetizer and a pasta and chicken dish. I ate almost every bit of it. A café latte and biscotti to boot. Mike was too full for a birthday cake, but had a “classic coffee,” as he puts it.  We chatted for some time. He shared how happy he was with the everything which made me pleased! Felt glad it was birthday feast success which was worth the trip over!

My plan the following morning was to train. My legs and knee felt good, gladly. Figured I would run first being it was about the time I would be running, 8:45, and I was working on proper conditioning. I was going for the distance for Saturday, 3.2 miles, a 5K. Planning on running around his neighborhood 4 times, according to him, would likely make that distance. Turns out, I ran 4 miles which was GREAT!!

My morning highlight, after the beautiful morning weather I enjoyed with coffee as I reminisced about Miami weather as a kid, was after making my first lap, seeing Mike in his garage waiting to cheer me on. What a great surprise!! I loved it. It made me so happy. I won’t have anybody at the event with me, so him cheering me on was really special. Bankable memories are what I began accumulating. Rich memories.

One of the things I realized with my run that morning was that like swimming I was originally having a hard time breathing which I’d forgotten – I’ve run little during these 3.2 weeks of training, and haven’t run much at all this summer! So, that was good to realize – that whatever my race, I will find my pace eventually, it may take me a minute or 15 to find my breath and then regulate it, but I’ll get there as long as I don’t panic! So, I felt my pace eventually, and it felt good. Mike even commented on my pace being good, but later told me to pick it up. 😊

I think I loved most what I came next. As I was going for lap two, I saw Mike heading toward me. I did not know it was him for a while. I’m not sure what sparked it, but the smile he had was the best I’ve ever seen on him.

It’s so rare to see a smile from him like that. It was great. Perfect! I’ve termed it one of those “bankable smiles.”

My memory will have that moment forever, for how happy he seemed for some reason, and what a fun moment that was! It was joyous! I’m not sure why or what was said. Maybe it was my laughing at the recognition of it being him coming toward me on my bike! Thought that was funny. He eventually began too with his army chant, “left, right, left, right, left.” He kept on. We laughed. We got back to his place. He eventually pulled in the drive, and I ran on.

He continued to be outside cheering me on, off and on with his coffee in hand, and a wave or cheer and a smile. Something supportive. It was super! I will be so grateful for those sweet memories, always! Fun and memorable are what he made that particular morning of training. It was great. Memorable, for sure. Completely unexpected and fun! Thank you, Mike!!

So, my trip to supporting my family friend turned about to be supportive to me, as well. Blessings go both ways!! 😊

What a loving gift I got, too, as I went to celebrate him! I got celebrated, too, for my training. I won’t have anybody I know cheering me on at the actual event, but, I will see Mike in my head and hear him in my ears as I make my transitions, and I finally cross the finish line winning for myself the title of triathlete.

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Cheers to you, Mike. Thanks, too, for the fun, bankable memories! I love you.

Holly