I have an addiction. It all started when I was in the NAVY. I was stuck doing overnight shifts. I could not keep my eyes open so I began drinking. I needed the stimulation. Everyone else was doing it so why not me? It began slowly. I truly did not want to succumb to it. After a few nights of fighting to stay awake on my own, I had to join the night shift masses. I turned to… COFFEE.
That jolt of Java that promised to keep me awake. That slap in the face from a dark brew. I did not like the taste at first but it worked. I was able to stay awake. In the Navy, if you fall asleep on the job you can go to jail.
Jail or Java? Easy decision for me. After a while I began liking the taste. I even longed to go to work to get a drink. I confess, I am a coffeeaholic. I LOVE COFFEE. It seems I cannot get my day started without it. I cannot just jump out of bed and get going without having to pass the coffee pot and pour a mug. I actually look forward to my morning Joe the night before.
Have you ever tasted lukewarm coffee? YUCK! More quiet time gone and I had to wait for yet another cup. I thought I made the coffee correctly. Now I was upset. How could I ruin my coffee twice? Seems that the heating element needed to cool down before I put the water in the second time. Silly me. I did not want to waste the coffee so I chugged it down. Not satisfying at all.
Each morning, while I do the proper Keurig procedures with zeal, taking each step in order with the precise measure, may I be reminded to be even more zealous in my walk with Jesus. Following the Holy Spirit's guidance. Knowing that both will produce a fragrant aroma.
copyright 2015 Cherrilynn Bisbano