Coffee with Poppa

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The blonde haired boy walks tall past each of the singly occupied tables with a sweet confidence that defies his small stature. Finally, he rests his juice box on the seventh table, climbs onto the chair, legs dangling, slides into a seated position, immediately scanning the room with keen blue eyes. A wall barrier separates the seating in this coffee shop from the ordering counter.

Although there is no adult in sight, the boy begins to call out, in a steady rhythm,

“Poppa, Poppa, Poppa”.

Happy Monday, friends! I’m delighted you are here. Will you join me at Faith ‘n Friends today where I am serving up a coffee shop tale of prayerful proportion!

Just head over there by clicking HERE! 

 

 

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