I've spent $200 or more on a backpack or tent and felt I got a pretty good deal, but if I spend more than a dollar on a cup of coffee I feel like I got fleeced a bit. I like coffee, the blacker the better and don't put anything in it but your smile. To me, a cup of coffee boiling over an open fire with grounds floating in it says something. I don't know what it says but it says something. It says you are alive. It says you have good things in your life. It says you got people to love and people loving you. A cup of coffee reminds me of times out to sea in Alaska, or out in the woods with my Dad, or out on the back deck with one of my dearest loves. A cup of coffee suggests that things could be worse than sitting here with thoughts of good things and good people and a Great God who loves us all. So let's cozy up once in a while. Put me on your desk top or in your file of favorites, grab yourself a cup of coffee, and let's ponder a thought or two -- something hopeful or positive, something joyful or encouraging, something about your dearest love, or past time, or dream. Today its you: Coffee in hand and time to burn. I am thinking of you! You are awesome. You are a blessing. You light up my life. Philippians 4:8, "Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable -- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy -- think about such things."
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I'm recalling a beautiful fall morning at Holden Village--a Lutheran Retreat camp in the North Central Cascade Mountains in Washington State. It was about 5:30
am, the sun had not risen over the tops of the mountains to warm the valley. I was sitting on a porch, warming my hands with a large mug of steaming coffee. There wasn't a leaf moving--out of the forest came a beautiful doe with her twins (a boy and a girl) following along behind her. She minced her way across the meadow to a large stand of blooming daisies. She showed her babies how to gather their own breakfast by eating the very best of the daisies. The tiny doe stayed right beside her mother (like any good little girl would do). The little buck, with the tiny little buds showing where a hugh rack of antlers would one day be, deliberately strolled away from his mother. He ate at his leisure and seemed to be quite independent.
Mother deer made some kind of a signal to her children and she started to walk back toward the forest--the young doe right behind her. But, not Mr. Buck! He paid no attention. He didn't follow her. He continued to munch on the daisy heads UNTIL he noticed he could no longer see her. Then, he started to chase after her, bleating like a lamb to show his distress. She never slowed down. He caught up to her and all three of them disappeared into the forest.
I lifted my now luke-warm coffee to my mouth and drank the best coffee I've ever had. I was so uplifted. What a beautiful site to behold. Our God is really so generous. For Him to have given me such a beautiful gift is such a treasure. No one saw it with me. I have no photos to remind me but the event is seared into my memory like it was yesterday.
It was a GREAT cup of coffee.
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