Breakfast at Mimi's

I went to Mimi's Cafe to have breakfast with a friend that I have not seen or talked to in a while. However, it seemed that our fateful meeting was postponed, yet again, due to the fact that she had "double-booked" herself and had made prior arrangements the exact time we were supposed to meet. Hey, no big deal. I already has this feeling that it wasn't going to happen anyway. I'm not being sarcastic, just psychic. Ba dum ksssh.

No worries. I did not leave Mimi's, chagrined. I decided to stay and eat breakfast solo. Dun dun dunnn.

As I was eating by myself in one of the back corner booths, contentedly feasting on my half a cantaloupe and pain (pa-eehn?) perdue--petite french toast stuffed with cream cheese and orange marmalade, I realized how much I enjoyed my unaccompanied meal. There's just something about Mimi's that I find enjoyable and endearing. And as I sat there, eating my perdue, I felt very grown-up.

I also read from 1 Peter 1 this morning, which made my morning even better. That sounds really cheesy, but I'm not trying to be. Reading verses 3-9 was like the culmunation of all the things that I have been processing in my mind for the past six months. I've read 1 Peter many times before and today it finally sunk in:

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God's power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith--more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire--may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls."

Words really cannot express right now just how much God spoke to me through that passage. Well, I could try to "express myself" but this blog post would be days long.

God is amazing and so, so SO faithful. Everything always points to Him, despite of my unwillingness to try and remember Him. He makes it happen. I cannot escape Him. I may forget Him, but He is always mindful of me (see Psalm 8:4).