A Booth in a Coffee Shop
I shake my head at myself: good heavens, why am I so afraid of their opinion? Why does it feel like my validity rests on my perception of these lovely people’s perception of my perception of someone’s perception … arghh!!I just need to be anchored! I just need to know that I’m ok before I put myself out there. And then I notice the empty seat across the table, in my safe booth. I take a deep breath, and I invite Jesus to sit with me before I venture out. What would he be doing right now, as I spiral into a puddle of self-doubt?

October 21, 2025