It’s 10:30 am. Today is my day off and we haven’t had one in a while. I came downstairs to the little farm kitchen of the “rustic resort” by the sea where we have been staying. I have my Bible, computer, camping mug, and a packet of instant coffee. I’m ready to have quiet time.
A woman comes into the kitchen minutes after I sat down and wants to talk. She speaks very broken English. We struggle through a short conversation. I want to get back to my task. She begins to make breakfast and asks if I like coffee. I show her my instant packet and she gets out a jar, opens it and says, “it’s Italian”. I smell it and I want it. I accept her coffee offer even though it forfeits my time alone.
We step outside into the garden and I said a quick prayer that God would be in this moment. I felt like I was supposed to take advantage of this opportunity to share my faith. She knows we are missionaries already and asked a little about our travel plans, but didn’t seem overly interested when I started talking about the Bible.
Within the next 10 minutes, we are having strong (unfiltered) Italian espresso and we are sitting outside in the garden eating chocolate, cookies, and fresh grapes off the vines growing around us. We start talking about music and I 
played some from my computer. We listened to Frank Sinatra singing “Young at Heart” and that’s when I realized we were having a moment. It was one of those times when I just stopped and savored the moment.
I mean, I started the morning off trying to sit in a dark kitchen with cheap instant coffee in the same way I always do. God pushed me into the garden, gave me gourmet coffee, chocolate, and fresh fruit. Then, all of a sudden I’m singing with Sinatra and a Ukrainian stranger. I realize that life can be better than the plans I have for it. God might change my plans and I might want to resist or even get annoyed.
