the roots of me

Everyone has that special place with God where you talk to him; mine is quite casual. I imagine imp sitting down in a nice low key coffee shop. I order a Caramel Espresso and he orders a Mocha Double shot, and we split a Chocolate Chip Cannoli.

We talk about everything and nothing. I talk to him about my future, I talk to him about my past, I talk to him about his wants from me, I talk to him about what’s going on in the world, I talk to him about my love life(or lack of one), I talk to him about my lovely family, I talk to him about my wonderful friends, I talk to him about my love for him, I talk to him about mission trips I plan on doing, I talk to him about people who suffer, I talk to him about Harry Potter, I talk to him about my church and youth group, I talk to him about my likes, I talk to him about my dislikes, I talk to him about his likes, I talk to him about his dislikes, I ask him about his coffee.

Then I pick up the tab.