I'm Bapti-costal. Yep I love the Honorable Jesus Christ and for the most part don't like labels but that one makes people grin so I own it. I'd love a label tee-shirt frankly but could only wear it every three so years hence I've never made one. "Bapti-costal Babe" it would have read but now that I am older and wiser it would just read Bapti-costal. (still not old enough or wise enough to know probably I should not wear the tee-shirt)
So back to coffee. As a Bapti-costal (sounds like an island off of Florida) I practice Lent. The God I worship is One and He is found in the Holy Scriptures. How I am to worship is found there but also in the legacy of those who have run the race before me with just endurance. I love Lent. I love giving up something to think and ponder and remember my Savior's great sacrifice. So I gave up coffee. The sanity cup in the early morning, complete with half a cup of sugar and a dabble of milk to make it light brown. The first two weeks were easy. Hubster was gone for the second week so there was no strong waft of coffee breeze in the early morning. The first week was full of self-delighting zeal that missed out on true focus. The third week I drank coke. Yep I guzzled coke and wept. I am weak. He is not. I am so selfish. He is not. I am so quick to seek comfort in worldly things. He did not.
It was good. This Lenten giving up. It was sweet. I made it and in His great mercy not because I felt able or was able. But rather because on week four I got on my knees and asked for help and He helped.
I'm not sure if I should bring coffee back again or not. We will see. The morning will tell.
So back to coffee. As a Bapti-costal (sounds like an island off of Florida) I practice Lent. The God I worship is One and He is found in the Holy Scriptures. How I am to worship is found there but also in the legacy of those who have run the race before me with just endurance. I love Lent. I love giving up something to think and ponder and remember my Savior's great sacrifice. So I gave up coffee. The sanity cup in the early morning, complete with half a cup of sugar and a dabble of milk to make it light brown. The first two weeks were easy. Hubster was gone for the second week so there was no strong waft of coffee breeze in the early morning. The first week was full of self-delighting zeal that missed out on true focus. The third week I drank coke. Yep I guzzled coke and wept. I am weak. He is not. I am so selfish. He is not. I am so quick to seek comfort in worldly things. He did not.
It was good. This Lenten giving up. It was sweet. I made it and in His great mercy not because I felt able or was able. But rather because on week four I got on my knees and asked for help and He helped.
I'm not sure if I should bring coffee back again or not. We will see. The morning will tell.
I love you!
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