Morning Coffee
Morning coffee-making is a sacred thing. Heating the water, choosing the mug, tamping the grounds, and taking the first sip—each step is a quiet ceremony. I savor them with patience, reverence, and, dare I say, even hope. For me, these few small rituals set the tone for my day.
Next comes opening my Bible and expecting God to show up. He always does, and that is such a gift. I want to learn more about Jesus and grow my faith. He always meets me where I am. He does the same for you.
I’m an optimistic person and choose to live on the sunny side of the street. But life isn’t easy; in fact, there is a lot that is really hard right now. Still, the best blessings often go hand in hand with the deepest pain.
It’s like two sides of one coin. You can’t fully know love without loss, joy without pain. How I wish this weren’t the case, but it is. But in the loss and pain, the struggle and the suffering, Jesus is always there, and we are never alone. He cares about every single moment of our lives, and He promises never to leave us or forsake us, no matter what. My morning coffee and the quiet stillness of those few minutes help me sit in the loss and pain with Jesus. He doesn’t take it all away in an instant - some things you have to endure for a while. But He is present with me in it. And your feelings aren’t always to be escaped. They are reminders of love, sacrifice, obedience, truth, and the reality of living in a broken world. But thank God I live in this world, being known by Him.
Jesus often reminds me of His presence in my life over my morning coffee, through prayer, Bible reading, social media, my workouts, my grandchildren, and my husband. There isn’t anything holy or anointed about my coffee, scrolling, or exercise. But the act of surrendering my time and paying attention to God, seeking Him to know Him more, always results in good. It doesn’t mean my pain is gone or that situations are resolved instantly, but as my trust in Jesus grows deeper, I lean more on Him. I’m still learning and growing, but that’s the way of the Christian life.
Seeing the beauty amid the ashes left by the fire is important. The fire hurt, and the scars are unwelcome. But there is beauty to be found in the rubble and ash that remain in my life. I have to seek it. And my morning coffee ritual brings me immense joy because it helps reconnect my thought life to God as my day begins.
Finding a few moments of holy joy in each day matters.
It’s often in those quiet spaces that God shows up big-time for me. It was exactly this way early this morning.
