Morning coffee

Every morning I look forward to the quiet sounds and wafting fragrance of our daily coffee. The water comes to a boil, the timer goes off after four minutes, and my sweet husband brings my favorite prepared mug to my seat in the corner, just like clockwork.

This simple cup of coffee ushers me into a holy time each new day, where I sit at my Lord’s feet and drink Him in as I sip on the freshly ground and steeped beans.

My heart now associates the two, rhythms of refreshment that I so desperately long for as the sun rises above the skyline, before the little girl’s feet come walking down the hallway and the younger one decides he’s had enough time playing in his crib.

I don’t always get (nor have I always gotten) this extended time every morning depending on our babies’ stages, nor do I believe these exact type of moments are some required or magical quiet time in order to know or hear from God. I also know life only gets busier as the kids grow and age, but for now… I’ll breathe in these moments. I will thank God for my husband always serving me my first sip of the morning and for my Jesus meeting me with His new mercies as I pour my heart out to Him and He pours back into me.

I don’t want to forget the gift of my day beginning in such a way, drinking in slow.