My internet connection was being weird yesterday, so I went to Starbucks. I've been spending about one day a week there to give myself a break from the house since I'm here um...all the time....living, working, etc. (not sure what the "etc." entails).
I truly don't think I've been there once yet when I haven't overheard a "God" conversation. There are always groups there discussing youth groups, church events, or enjoying a grande skinny vanilla half caff latte (my fave) as a backdrop to their mentoring/devotional discussion. There's nothing like a table piled high with Bibles, devo books and Starbucks cups. And most of the time, these latte-God meetings, as I'll call them--because of the fabulous double meaning--end in prayer. Yesterday I wondered if they, like me, were wishing Starbucks hadn't decided to stream Lady Gaga at full blast into all of its store across the country (Really, Starbucks? She's so not your brand.). I do miss Connecticut, but all the overheard God talk is kind of a neat aspect of Tennessee living!
