Want A Cup of Coffee? (A Re-Introduction)

If you’ve been here a while, you know my mornings start the same way—
☀️ A quiet house
☕ A cup of coffee
🪑🪑 And two chairs

Every morning in my stories you’ll usually see a snapshot of that moment—my mug, my Bible, sometimes my dogs, sometimes the ocean, sometimes tears, sometimes peace. But I realized many of you may not know where that practice began…or why I keep showing up there nearly every day of my life.

So here’s the truth:
Two years ago, when my marriage was breaking apart and my heart felt like it had shattered into a thousand pieces, I didn’t know where to go. I couldn’t fix what was broken. I couldn’t predict the future. And I couldn’t make anything make sense.

But I could sit down.
I could breathe.
I could ask God to meet me.

And He did.

Not in lightning bolts. Not in a booming voice.
But in quiet, steady presence.

Back in January of 2023, my boss Donna handed me a book called 2 Chairs.
Simple. Almost silly, really.
But something in me was desperate enough to try anything.

The premise is this:
Set out two chairs.
One for you.
One for God.

Show up.
Talk.
Listen.
Let Him love you.

In that season, listening was the hardest part for me. Honestly, it still is. My instinct—even now—is to fill the silence with worry, with problem solving, with “what if’s,” with trying to hold every relationship in my life together with my bare hands.

But Two Chairs taught me something:
God speaks in stillness.
And stillness requires surrender.

Back then, I sat in those chairs because I was desperate.
Today, I sit in them because I’m devoted.

Back then, I needed rescue.
Today, I need grounding.

Back then, I didn’t know who I was without the life I thought I’d have.
Today, I’m discovering who I actually am—and who God has been shaping me into all along.

Is everything perfect?
No. We’ve come a long way, but we’re still doing the work. Some weeks feel steady. Some weeks feel shaky—like counseling this week, which knocked the wind out of me in ways I didn’t expect.

But do I face those moments alone anymore?
Absolutely not.

Because every morning, I pull up a chair…and so does God.

Two Chairs has become less of a practice and more of a lifeline. A conversation. A rhythm. A friendship. A place where I don’t have to pretend. Where I don’t have to fix. Where I don’t have to earn love or keep the world from falling apart.

I show up.
He’s already there.

And I want that for you too.

If you’re in a season of grief, anxiety, uncertainty, rebuilding, shock, transition, or just plain exhaustion—try it. For one week. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Don’t overthink it.

Make space.
Make room.
Make time.

You might crumble the first day—I did.
You might ugly cry—I did. Still do at times.
You might sit in silence and feel nothing—I did and still do some days.

But you also might feel a peace you can’t explain.
A whisper of hope.
A nudge.
A breath.
A settling.
A sense that you are not alone.

Because you’re not.
And you never were.

So…
What do you say?

Want to pull up two chairs?
I’ll bring the coffee.

Until Next Time,
XO,
Amy
aka Worthy

My two charis….