Good To The Last Drop
I feel as though people go through phases in life even when it comes to food and drinks. What you liked as a kid, you don’t necessarily like as an adult, and vice versa. I remember as a child, that when an adult offered you coffee, they served it to you in the form of “coffee milk.” I personally had no desire to drink that stuff. In fact, I felt it was awful. Honestly, up until recently, I told people I was still in the “hot chocolate phase of life.” I never understood why people liked the stuff.
Then one day, I feel as though the Lord knocked me over the head and introduced me to one of His finest creations. I finally understood what the coffee slogans meant when they said, “The best part of waking up” and that it’s “Good to the last drop.” I wouldn’t say I’m addicted to it per se, because I don’t discriminate. I’ll drink both decaf and caffeinated coffee, but I’m picky in the way I take my coffee.” I haven’t made it to the “I’ll take mine black” part of life. I guess if I had to say what part of the coffee journey I am on in life, it would be the “coffee, heavy on the cream.”
If I had to put a title to my love of coffee, I’m sure I it would be called “comfort in a cup.” I love not only the taste of my coffee, but I also love the aroma and the warmth it provides my hands on a cold Louisiana morning. There’s nothing like that first sip of coffee in the morning.
This past month was a rollercoaster of emotions for me. Chris and I were in the process of trying to purchase a house, and in the end, it didn’t work out. During one of our nosedives in this house purchasing rollercoaster, David (whom I now refer to as boss man), bought me a cup of coffee from Starbucks to bring a little happiness to my day. Along with the coffee, was a short note letting me know that he was praying for me. Now, I love coffee and I was so thankful for this ex- tremely kind gesture, but what I loved more than anything was that my friend was praying for me. I needed that comfort more than he could possibly know. I loved that taste of Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte Breve, (which David somehow remembered), but I loved a little reminder of how good the Lord is by this simple gesture from a friend. Reach out to your community of people and encourage one another. You’ll never know what a simple gesture or a kind and encouraging word can make someone’s day. May our friendships with those at Live Oak be “Good to the last drop.”