Proof you CAN camp without COFFEE

Well hello there campers. I know it's been a while. Let’s just say I found my way into the tent and I was so busy enjoying the light from all the amazing stars up above that I lost track of time. More Like I lost track of myself. It was exactly what I needed. Sometimes we get so caught up in ourselves and who we have become, that we forget what is all around us. We forget that anything we need, or any need we might want filled can be. I was in a fight with myself, not a physical one but an internal battle. I recently found myself needing a focus outside of the physical world I live in. In this search I asked God what I could do to get what I wanted. He answered me. And so I fasted. For the last 22 days I was camping without coffee. Well, not camping the entire time.. Really only for a day or two. But in the sense of standing INSIDE this tent of mine (which has gotten a lot bigger lately) I was living without the pull of coffee on my life.. In my life?? Anyway, every time I felt the desire to start it brewing or order my all-time fave -- the annihilator -- at Dutch bros, I would pray. Every night I felt like my feet were dragging and I still had 3 bedtimes for 3 kids and dinner and laundry and dishes.. I would pray.. every time I was hangin with my girls who love to sip along with me... I again would pray. Pray for the oneness I have been longing for to be called upon by Him. Praying for strength and power. And for open hearts. Have prayers been answered? Of course they have. Because my God is big. He is mightier than any weakness that passes through my home. Stronger than any tear I fight to release. I never had any doubt that the fruit from this harvest would be indescribably rich and beautiful.