Take a breath, why don’t ya …

I get a lot of work done at Starbucks. Because it tends to be a place frequented by every stripe of humanity, some of my observations from this place work themselves into blog posts.

Like now.

Yes, I’m working on several things at Starbucks, and once again find an open seat next to a man talking to a woman. I’ve been able to tune out their conversation and focus on what I’m doing. But I have noted that the female simply sits there … because the man rarely takes a breath.

He’s constantly talking.

It seems as though he likes the sound of his own voice, and is very sure of the constant spew of what’s coming out of his mouth.

Have you ever found yourself in one of those conversations?

It really isn’t much of a “conversation” when you hardly can get a word in. It’s not much of an interaction when the the other person, full of themselves, sits there and talks at us. What’s worse, it’s funny how happy they feel at the end of the “conversation.” Not because they had a pleasant interaction with a friend, but because they had yet another opportunity to puff themselves up.

As I see the dynamics of this conversation, I think that’s how many of us approach God. We unload our torrent of gripes, questions, requests, demands, and hardly ever allow Him a Word into our lives.

t’s not much of a conversation because it’s mostly one-way.

It’s not much of an interaction because it’s selfish.

And yet we expect blessings and miracles anyway?

Scotty