Ode to Coffee

On Tuesdays, one of my favorite blogs - Chatting at the Sky - asks readers to "unwrap" one of the simple things of life, to pay attention to the details, to notice the little, everyday things we take for granted.

This week, I'm unwrapping the sweet gift of a hot cup of coffee.  I mean, I honestly feel warm & cozy just thinking about it...

Like a good, old friend, coffee has seen me through years of early mornings spent reading and waking up in a silent house, afternoon heart-to-hearts, and late nights forcing myself to stay awake and be productive.  My coffee doesn't judge my morning breath, my mohawk morning bangs, or the dark circles that magically appear under my eyes after midnight.

Our first year of marriage, Jeff and I began a mandatory Saturday Morning Coffee ritual.  In our very busy schedules of work, Young Life, Small Group, etc. etc., we vowed to leave Saturday mornings free for coffee and catching up.  Now, that has become a valued treasure for both of us --- and we are constantly sneaking it in on other days of the week too!!

I used to say I'd never drink coffee... Then, I discovered flavored creamers (another very wonderful gift), a full-time job, and the reality all the "adults" in my life seemed to already know:

Coffee may give me energy, but also, peace - if just long enough for a sip - and really, who doesn't need a little more of both?