My girls and I traveled to Kara’s home. (Kara will soon be one of my girls too, yea!) Knowing we only had that night to visit and part of the next day, no one wanted to go to bed and end the fun. We stayed up way past bed time and into the morning discussing wedding plans and invitation design with the kids. I relished each minute, ignoring my body’s plea for sleep.
But it’s all fun and games until there’s no coffee. After readying my sleepy self the next morning, I headed to the kitchen looking forward to a nice cup (or three) of coffee. Coffee always fixes my morning sleepy head.
No coffee? What kind of people are they? What kind of people don’t drink coffee? What kind of people don’t have coffee in the house? Heathens? Must be. I know God likes coffee; He and I meet over a steaming cup each morning. What now? I need my starter fluid…I need coffee!
I tried to play it cool on the outside. I didn’t want anyone thinking I was addicted or anything…. (Oh, by the way, do not let my husband read this….He has an opinion about my love for coffee and we do not want to get into that right now.)
With hopes of a large pot filled with hot java, we walked to church for the morning service. Coffee? Gone. Ugh! The headache began around 11:30 that morning and with no time to make a run to get a cup, it lingered. My body begged for caffeine for energy after the late late night.
Eventually I did have my cup o’joe and I did survive. But I can’t help but notice how my longing for coffee sounds a lot like David’s longing for the Lord. These are passages I’ve read a hundred times, but in light of the day’s events, I can relate to them in a fresh way.
Ps 73:25-26 Whom have I in heaven but You? And earth has nothing I desire besides You. My flesh and my heart may fail but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
Ps 84:1-2 How lovely is your dwelling place, LORD Almighty!
My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the LORD;
my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Ps 143:6 I spread out my hands to you;
I thirst for you like a parched land.
Ps 119:20 My soul is consumed with longing for your laws at all times.
Ps 119:131 I open my mouth and pant, longing for your commands.
Desire, yearn, faint, cry out, thirst, consumed, longing…Could these words be used to describe my relationship with God? Is my desire for God this strong? So strong it consumes me? Is He all I desire? Is it Him I yearn for, thirst for?
In order to get my daily fix from java, it has to be available, which isn’t always possible. But God is always available, no percolator needed.
Lord, let joy in You percolate in my soul brewing a rich love roasted in Your salvation. Fill my longings and desires with your ways. May You be my mocha latte and caffeine-portion forever. How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey (or a Carmel Macchiato) to my mouth!
(Now, just so you know, I have gotten over the judgmental attitude of a home without coffee. Kara’s family is filled with wonderful people and I love them, even if they don’t drink coffee. But next time I might just pack my French press!)