Ah, coffee. To many, it’s the fuel that gets us started in the morning. To others, it’s a dreamy idea of meeting up with a friend or two, in a cozy corner and comfy chairs, listening to the whir of beans being ground, milk being steamed and watching designs being creatively dropped atop a steaming cup of fragrant caffeine.
And I’m not sure it’s limited to only those worlds. Sometimes it’s a habit, sometimes it’s a hand warmer, sometimes it’s just a way to be social. On any given day, any one of these reasons could be THE reason you hold that cup in your hand, and that’s just fine.
Most mornings, I roll out of bed, get dressed and start the morning routine of making coffee. I’m one of those folks that buys whole bean, grinds it fresh, and uses the pour over method to brew. It’s a fair number of steps, but there is something about that step by step process that is calming, that allows my senses to take in the sound, the smell, the ritual in the quiet morning hours.
The smell of coffee as I open the bag. The sound of the beans tumbling out of the bag, into the small metal grinder, clicking against the sides as they fall into place. The turn of the handle and sound of beans shifting. All details worth noting.
This could be worship. Not to coffee, no, not at all! But in the stillness of morning, in the routine of process, gratitude pours out. Thanks for senses to take in the sight, smell, taste of creation. Thanks for quiet to breathe deep, consider my place, and what I’ve been given. In the hours to come, there will be stress, unanswered questions, fatigue, and more, but in this moment, there is calm, there is peace, there is gratitude.
Our Father, who is in heaven, holy, hallowed, blessed be Your name… in all these things, in all the details of life, You are present. You are near. For this I give You thanks and praise.