My first coffee memories were the smell of strong coffee in our station wagon as we headed north in the wee hours of the morning. We would go to celebrate Christmas with our family in Pennsylvania leaving for the eternally long drive while we children were still sleeping. As I would lay there trying to go back to sleep (but too excited) I would smell my parent’s coffee. Still to this day, the smell of strong black coffee takes me back to that memory.
My grandparents were coffee drinkers. They drank out of cups and saucers. (A missing piece of our heritage that needs to be brought back.) Grandaddy would make me a saucer of coffee that looked more like the color of sand because of the amount of milk and sugar that he added. I would sit at the table with him and we would drink our coffee together.
While on our first international mission trip, to Malawi, Africa, I had my first coffee from a French press. Our leader was a coffee drinker and knew this was our way to have great coffee without having to depend on undependable electricity to brew some. I have never tasted better coffee. The memories with that coffee were some of the funniest and sweetest memories. We were with people who were complete strangers and became friends while sitting and waiting for coffee. We took turns making the coffee and it took several makings to brew enough for all the coffee drinkers. That time waiting was invaluable time together. We developed personal jokes, we shared both encouraging and heartbreaking stories all while waiting for a cup of coffee. We drank slowly because we wanted to savor every bit.
This morning I brewed a pot of coffee out of my new French press. As I sat and sipped my delicious coffee I began praying for our oldest two who are on a mission trip across the United States. I thought of the French press and our team from the Africa trip. I thought of the obstacles and the blessings that came from that trip. My eyes fill with tears as I pray that they too will blessed on their trip as their dad and I were on ours. I pray that they will enjoy the ministry time as well as the down time–knowing God can work in all of it.
But in light of those thoughts it is great to remember that we can care for people and make connections wherever we are.
My husband (who doesn’t drink coffee) is meeting with a young man this morning at a coffee shop to talk about life goals and how the Lord is so good.
Mom has a elderly friend who is lonely. She offers time and love. Sometimes Mom takes her to the store and patiently helps her maneuver around. Sometimes they just play cards. Mom always comes away with fascinating stories of times we never knew.
I met with two moms at a park today. All of our kids ran and played and we talked about life with husbands and children, cooking and school. One of the ladies remarked that she never has adult time and how she had really enjoyed our hour together at the park.
The opportunities are endless of how we can connect with others. Maybe it is at the office. Maybe it is at a dentist appointment. Maybe it is a neighbor across the street or a delivery person. Just take a little time and share some love. Love looks like something. It is a gift to be able to share. Enjoy loving today.
And sit and have a cup of coffee. Great things happen around coffee.