This morning, I was afraid there was a serious problem: my coffee did not taste right.
No, stop laughing. Coffee is serious.
I looked at it. Pale with cream, warming the spoon from the sugar I knew I'd put in, it looked fine.
I tried another sip. Bleh!
I wanted to cry. I wasn't sure I could handle one more thing gone wrong this morning.
Then it struck me. I hadn't stirred. One thing after another had needed my attention, and I had neglected something so basic to the experience of coffee.
The sugar was there the whole time. I just hadn't brought it up to where I needed it.
Then it struck me. I hadn't prayed. One thing after another had needed my attention, and I had neglected something so basic to the experience of life.
The coffee's now gone, but God is near.
