I confess: I like coffee. No . . . I LOVE coffee. When I was a kid, I used to wonder why my parents kept a pot on the stove all the time (obviously before Keurig) and were constantly pouring another cuppa. But having become a man and put away childish things, I now have a deep appreciation for that black stuff. My morning routine, without fail, includes a very early trip to the kitchen for my wake-up jolt. Then I am set, eyes wide open, senses charged, brain in gear, ready for the day.
I have another morning routine that took me years to habituate but brings me great joy. I take that cup of coffee to my favorite chair, open my Bible, and read and pray. It’s so wonderful to draw close to God in the morning while it’s still quiet in my life. Afterwards, I often feel like I have recharged my spiritual batteries and am ready to face the challenges of the day. God’s talked to me and I have talked to Him. Yes! That’s what I need to get Him to bless me all day long, right? Wrong!
