Train time

I have just started my Outreach week.
And this week means getting 08:08 train from Central Station.
I was almost late for my train - as usual every Monday. I was running towards my platform and then I had to stop...

It was coffee. It was that intense smell of freshly brewed coffee.
If that would be non-lenten day I would definetely give in. I'd rather be late for that train than to miss that cup of loveliness.

And then this evening I had another temptation. My husband (who alsmost never drinks coffee) walked into the kitchen and asked me for cappuccino.
It was a torture.

I wish I could write it's already halfway through but I am not even there.

I pray to my Angel to keep me in this strong will (as I know my will is everything but strong).

Saturday

I figured it out. Mornings are worst.
I keep drinking tea but it doesnt help.
But I am still going.

Coffee

It was usual Thursday.
Morning at home and afternoon at uni. I had one hour to spare which I usually would use to go and have a good cup of coffee.
But instead I had a bottle of water.

My prolife money fund is growing.

Another morning

It's another morning without coffee. It is getting harder and harder each day.
I just can't even think how I am going to pass by Starbucks not poping in.
I could go in and order a cup of tea but who is drinking teas in Sturbacks???

Monday Morning

I am at home with my little son as he is not well today.
After "not so well slepth through" night coffee is the only thing I want.

I would usually visit Starbucks. I would order tall Americano extra shot plus space for milk and sit in to enjoy good book and wonderful coffee.

1st Sunday

Bitter Sorrow or Bitter Lamentation. That's the name of beautiful lenten Polish devotion.
It contains many hymns which reflect upon Jesus Christ Suffering. There is also a conversation of faithful soul and Mary, Mother of God.

You can read more about it here: Gorzkie Zale

And that was (after Mass of course) the highlight of this Sunday. The words and music are powerful. They shake your soul to the inner depths. You step into that Mistery Of Christ Suffering.


And coffee??
Well... It's not easy to taste my lovely mother-in-law cakes without it.
But I pray to God for strenght.