Between Cups of Coffee

Today's experience began yesterday.  In my profile I state that I am a receptionist and also a small business owner.  I create customized, musical, moving photo montages of people's life experiences.  I've been in business for over one year.  Up until my current client, I have never messed a deadline with a show.  I have two shows ready for preview for one client.  However, I am one week behind getting the previews to him.  Typically, I have several options available for creating a preview.  I can burn an executable CD.  I can save to a flash drive.  I can upload to YouTube.  I can email the preview to the client.  The only option I have not tried is scheduling an appointment for my client to come to my home and preview the shows on my computer.  Yesterday, I labored until 1:30 a.m. this morning, still trying to upload the shows to YouTube.  I have two flash drive devices.  I found one and tried loading the shows onto my Cruzer.  They would not load nor would they upload to YouTube.  Suffice it to say, I am more than a little stressed.  This is not the only stress factor in my life at the current, but the one taking the bulk of my attention.
So it was that I awoke late this morning.  In the habit of awakening at 5:00 a.m., I awoke at 7:30 a.m.  I am in the habit of having two cups of coffee each morning before getting ready for work, for church or just for a leisurely day at home.  I was not in a good frame of mind.  Yesterday's stress combined with awakening so late did not make for an excellent or even an acceptable start to my day.  I was not motivated to get ready to go to church.  I was not in the worshipping, sharing, friendly state of mind.  I didn't even do my Heartlight subscription reading or praying this morning.
I got up, had one cup of coffee and felt the fiercely strong temptation to stay home from worship today.  I reasoned that I had so much to do.  I could not accept two weeks late on my delivery to my client so I could stay home and try to resolve the issue that has been plaguing me for the past week.
My Daughter, her Husband and their four children live with me.  I watched and listened as they prepared to leave for worship this morning.  I continued to struggle, still sipping on my first cup of coffee.
Finally, at the last possible minute before it would be 'too late', I got up and begrudingly got ready to leave for worship.  I felt, somewhere, very deey inside of me, a twinge of desire to attend services.  I pushed and soon found myself in route to church.
I listened in class as we studied about how to talk to God, using the Psalms as our guide.  I listened as Psalm 88 was read aloud and used as a teaching tool to be free to share anything with God, even our despair, our anger, our frustration, etc.  I had not had a problem with sharing such things before.  Still I sat and listened, remaining, for the most part, detached.
I was cordial, friendly and even joked a little during our time for visiting before the hour of worship began.  I then listened as our preacher talked about "What's Next" for us as whole and for us individually.  I participated in singing and followed along in scripture reading.  I did not have a moment of overflowing that provoked love-tears this morning.  I did, however, have a sense of peacefullness.  I felt calmness replace anxiety.  Quietness replaced the roar of stress in my thoughts. 
My Daughter and her family remained behind after services for a fellowship luncheon with their young group and visitors and anyone else who wished to stay.  I elected to go home.  I entered the quiet house and looked around, wondering where to begin; what to do first.  I decided to pour myself my second cup of coffee.  Now, alone with my thoughts, my second cup of coffee and The Crossing playing on the radio on my computer, I am so glad I paused between my cups of coffee this morning to be where I most needed to be!