Coffee Shop

She sits by herself in the corner of the small cafe. She sits by herself yet she is never alone. The warm, calm smell of mocha and coffee beans hung in the air like a cover of comfort surrounding her. She wraps her soft, gentle hands around the coffee mug embracing its warmth and letting it seap into her skin, as if wispering secrets to her heart. She quietly listens to the gentle wispers of the other people in the cafe. She looks across the room and sees a young couple hand in hand across the table. The girl quietly laughs and drops her head, then slowly raises it to meet his eyes. The small curls that fall upon her face are not enough to block the world that they have entered as they look into each others eyes. They seem to share the world and the secrets of life, and love, without speaking a single word. She then listens to the soft jazz floating in the air and closes her eyes to let it tip-toe into the creation of her dreams. She wonders how she can experience moments like this, and yet still doubt. The welcoming jingle of the bells upon the door awake her as a inspiring stranger walks into the cafe. She wonders if the surpassing joy of the cafe will fall upon the life of this stranger as it has fallen upon her own.

No one in the cafe speaks above a wisper, for the most important messages need not be above that, when directed to the heart of an eager desire willing to listen. She captures the image of a young girl and her father sitting together in the opposite corner talking and giggling over hot chocolate. She looks at the young girl with a humbled heart. She has never encountered such pure joy, wonder, and excitment than that which danced in the girls eyes like the kindle of a flame. She had never seen such pure Beauty than that of the girls smile. The smile of a pure heart oblivious to the big world she will face one day. Eyes that shone with the beauty of love, hope and wonder that the world around her craves for. Her face glowed with the hope that the world could come crashign down beneath her feet, and every good thing known could be destroyed, but yet she would not be shaken as long as she was under the wings of her loving Father. Her fathers eyes had that same sparkle of life, and that same kind smile of security. Her heart craves for such a child like beauty. The child like Faith of a young girl driven by the passion of loving her once true hro; her father. The young girl is such a small and insignificant part of the world, yet she is the one thing it craves for, and the one reason for which it was made. She is the one reason that a Glorious Kingdom was abandoned in replace of a filthy dirty world. She is the one reason that the world was stopped, that tables were turned, that hearts were changed, and the one reason that a life was given as a sacrifice of love.

If she is such an amazing treasure to the one who created the world, how can the world see her as nothing? As she lifts her eyes away from the girl and her father she looks outside the frosted window up into the sky. Its amazing how the Hearts for God can trust, Believe and hope without seeing and yet the world sees so much and yet doesnt believe.