When I was little I remember sipping coffee from Grandaddy's coffee cup. He liked a little coffee with his cream and sugar. It was tasty to me and I felt all big, but I never really remember taking more than a sip or two.
Myparents both drink a little coffee with their cream and sugar too, but I, personally, have not really been a coffee drinker. I'm more of cold Diet Dr Pepper girl in the morning to get me going, but I have from time to time drank a cup of coffee when I've been a little chilly. That is, until the past few months. I don't know what has happened, but I have taken a liking to a cup of
coffee when I get to work in the morning and sometimes I like a cup in the evening.
The problem is, I'm kinda like Mom, Dad, and Grandaddy, I like a little coffee with my cream and sugar, and I have to get it "just
right".
As I've brewed an occassional evening cup over the past several weeks, Brenna has pestered and begged me for a cup for herself, but I have managed to get around it. The thought of giggly Brenna, who never stops talking, tanked up on a load of caffeinated coffee gave me much caution in this area. I guess Grandaddy was a little more adventurous and carefree than I am,
and I value going to bed sometime before midnight, therefore, I have refrained from allowing her indulgence.
But, the other night, I had a weak moment, and she asked for a cup. There was a little left in the pot, I was sitting at the table reading, she asked, and I caved. She poured herself a cup and added the cream and sugar on her own.
She brought the cup to me and said, "Here, see if this tastes right."
Looking into her cup, almost white from cream, I asked, "Does it taste good to you? I doesn't matter what it tastes like to me, as long as it tastes good to you."
"But I want it to taste the way you like yours."
I sipped from her cup to sample her brew and found it to be just right.
She wants to be like me in many ways, and this was no different. If her coffee tasted the way Momma drinks hers, then that's what she wanted. The way Mom wanted it was right in her mind, no matter what it tasted like to her.
If today were a cup of coffee, how would you have it?
Straight up, black?
Or would you have a little coffee with your cream?
Would your cup be filled with a brew the way it tastes good to you or the way it tastes good to Him?
Father, this is your day. I want to serve this day to others
the way it would taste good to You, which will taste good to the people You
place in my path today. Holy Spirit, remind me as the moments present
themselves, to put aside my preferences and chose Yours, which are
best.
Before we close, I want to let you know that today sort of a special day, or at least I think it is. Beyond Sunday Morning is two
years old today, and I want to thank all of you for reading and sharing in ministering with me at my little corner of the internet world. If you have enjoyed reading the posts here, please share Beyond Sunday Morning with a friend so that they may be encouraged as well.
Happy Birthday Beyond Sunday Morning, and thank You, God, for using this small offering for Your Kingdom. To You Be All Glory and Praise.
Myparents both drink a little coffee with their cream and sugar too, but I, personally, have not really been a coffee drinker. I'm more of cold Diet Dr Pepper girl in the morning to get me going, but I have from time to time drank a cup of coffee when I've been a little chilly. That is, until the past few months. I don't know what has happened, but I have taken a liking to a cup of
coffee when I get to work in the morning and sometimes I like a cup in the evening.
The problem is, I'm kinda like Mom, Dad, and Grandaddy, I like a little coffee with my cream and sugar, and I have to get it "just
right".
As I've brewed an occassional evening cup over the past several weeks, Brenna has pestered and begged me for a cup for herself, but I have managed to get around it. The thought of giggly Brenna, who never stops talking, tanked up on a load of caffeinated coffee gave me much caution in this area. I guess Grandaddy was a little more adventurous and carefree than I am,
and I value going to bed sometime before midnight, therefore, I have refrained from allowing her indulgence.
But, the other night, I had a weak moment, and she asked for a cup. There was a little left in the pot, I was sitting at the table reading, she asked, and I caved. She poured herself a cup and added the cream and sugar on her own.
She brought the cup to me and said, "Here, see if this tastes right."
Looking into her cup, almost white from cream, I asked, "Does it taste good to you? I doesn't matter what it tastes like to me, as long as it tastes good to you."
"But I want it to taste the way you like yours."
I sipped from her cup to sample her brew and found it to be just right.
She wants to be like me in many ways, and this was no different. If her coffee tasted the way Momma drinks hers, then that's what she wanted. The way Mom wanted it was right in her mind, no matter what it tasted like to her.
If today were a cup of coffee, how would you have it?
Straight up, black?
Or would you have a little coffee with your cream?
Would your cup be filled with a brew the way it tastes good to you or the way it tastes good to Him?
Father, this is your day. I want to serve this day to others
the way it would taste good to You, which will taste good to the people You
place in my path today. Holy Spirit, remind me as the moments present
themselves, to put aside my preferences and chose Yours, which are
best.
Before we close, I want to let you know that today sort of a special day, or at least I think it is. Beyond Sunday Morning is two
years old today, and I want to thank all of you for reading and sharing in ministering with me at my little corner of the internet world. If you have enjoyed reading the posts here, please share Beyond Sunday Morning with a friend so that they may be encouraged as well.
Happy Birthday Beyond Sunday Morning, and thank You, God, for using this small offering for Your Kingdom. To You Be All Glory and Praise.
