A Song of degrees. I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. [2] My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1-2
I love my morning cup of coffee. Nothing fluffy or sweet or blended, just fresh ground, brewed coffee. I claimed it as my last vice, until recently that is.
Having food allergies, all of my fun food was disappearing – one item at a time (bummer). People were always curious at my unusual diet and would inquire at my ability to stick with it. “It’s easy,” I’d reply, “I still have my morning coffee to look forward to.”
Well! Pride goes before the fall and it wasn’t too long after that the doctor removed my coffee. I pled, rationalized and begged – to no avail. Coffee was out!
I went before the Lord and “Pitched a Fit.” I’m so grateful that my Jesus is patient and understanding of me. “What is it that you so enjoy about your cup of coffee,” He asked me.
“The aroma,” I said. “The feel of the warm cup nestled between my hands. The minutes I get to blow a cooling breath across the top while sipping the robust drink. The moments I get alone, enjoying the morning and reflecting on the goodness of God.”
A smile touched my lips and my sorrow faded. It wasn’t the cup of coffee I missed – it was the fellowship and tender times with God that I was afraid of losing. The aroma of a fresh morning, the grass wet with dew. The warmth inside that He spreads, from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. The cooling breath of God as a breeze caresses my cheek. Sipping of His goodness – if only for a few minutes before my day begins.
Lord, let me never loose touch with what the true meaning is, of everything I do. Let me release the ritual and enter directly into your presence – with praise and thanksgiving and joy.
Linda J. Humes 
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