With or Without Sugar?

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.