“Starbucks might cause me to start drinking coffee again!”
I had given up coffee nearly two years ago.
Drinking coffee is perfectly fine but for me; it started to take over my life.
It had begun as a morning tradition and seeped into an evening habit.
Slowly I began thinking about coffee again.
Perhaps it was the weather change or living in Portland, Oregon.
It is hard to live in a city where the slightest shift in wind direction bathes
the air with the intoxicating aroma of freshly roasted coffee.
Whatever the reason, I missed coffee.
Tea was a worthy substitute.
I cozied up with Earl Grey or English Breakfast and
applauded my fortitude.
While my husband pondered my absurd proclamation,
knowing he missed our shared coffee ritual,
I launched into my rationale.
I had innocently pulled my car up to a coffee window to order my
favorite tea latte only to learn
my tea of choice were being phased out.
The new teas would arrive in November.
I had put my hopes in a substitute only to have it wrestled from my grasp.
My husband patiently listened as I presented my case from my passenger seat.
He reminded me there was nothing wrong with drinking coffee again.
Gradually my resolve was weakening as we finished our last errand.
He then demonstrated the most loving selfless act,
he took me to a different Starbucks counter and encouraged
me to try again.
He wondered if I might receive a different answer.
We left armed with a steaming paper cup of tea,
a smile on my face and a mini-crisis adverted.
Coffee has reminded me of old ways.
My old life was filled with weightier matters than my hot beverage preferences.
Coming to Christ has meant turning my back on the nudges of my old life.
New life isn’t free from tormenters who make it their aim to recapture me.
“For forty days,
the Philistine came forward every morning and evening
and took his stand.”
I Samuel 17:16
There are tormenters or Goliaths in my life who wage a relentless pursuit, armed
and ready to take a stand against new life in Christ.
Their tactics create a shadow across the life I inhabit.
They whisper questions as familiar as those uttered by the snake to Eve.
They hope to lull me into a state of forgetfulness and create alluring visions
of momentary pleasures disguised as detrimental needs.
Jesus freely extends an overflowing cup of new life.
Every morning and evening I choose Jesus.
I only need to ask him once but often, I need confirmation that
I truly belong to Him.
His answer never changes.
He tenderly speaks to me from the full measure of His character and
obliterates my fear of losing His presence
or discovering His resources depleted.
He inhabits the lives of others to continue to steady my path.
He’s revealed in my husband who is well acquainted with my weaknesses
yet clasps my fingers in his and guides me back to where I belong.
Every morning and evening,
I not only choose new life,
I receive new life.
A new life which towers over
every competitor with grace,
goodness and peace.
Forever grateful, He welcomes coffee and tea drinkers alike.