I love coffee. a lot.
You could say I probably love coffee as much as Oprah loves bread in the weight watchers commercials. Actually, I think I can confidently say I love coffee more than that. I mean, there’s a reason why my brand is almost built around it. But I don’t just love coffee because it keeps me warm, keeps me awake, and is the best coworker I could ask for. No. I don’t just love coffee because it’s rich, sunshine in a cup, and I can’t go a day without it. Nope, not quite.
It’s a fresh start.
Coffee is something you probably have in the mornings when you wake up and start your day. (Does anyone else get a warm, tingly feeling when they hold a freshly brewed cup of coffee in the mornings?) I deeply love what mornings represent to God’s people. When I have a particularly hard day, I often speak Psalm 30:5 that says, “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning”, as my last words before bed. I also speak them into my coffee cup the next morning. Regardless of what kind of day I had the day before, every morning is a fresh start and my chance to have a better day than the one that passed. What a promise that is. With coffee being such an integral part of my morning routine, it’s become such a symbol of refreshment in my life.
Call me weird, but one of my favorite past times is people watching. I’m not necessarily talking about the judgmental kind of people watching – I’m talking about the being still and watching the world around me that is caught in the hustle. Have you ever just put down what you were doing in a Starbucks and listened to the orders of other people that they announce are ready? You may not hear the same order twice sometimes – unless it’s PSL season. Coffee is personal, and an order is as unique as the personality of the one who drinks it. Like probably many of you, I change up my coffee order based on how I’m feeling that day. Who would have thought you could find out a lot about a person just by what they order off a coffee shop’s menu?
It’s a conversation.
If you’ve had the pleasure (because we all know it’s a pleasure – HA!) to meet me in person, it was probably over a cup of coffee. I mean, you honestly may have not thought anything of it. However, it’s not only because I probably knew that I needed a little bit more caffeine that day. But to me – it’s about the level of conversation that happens when you share a cup of coffee with someone. Have you noticed that about your coffee dates? The conversations get a little more personal, the laughter gets a little louder, and the smiles shine a little brighter.
I’ve even adopted this thinking into how I go about writing my blog posts. I view my blog as an opportunity to sit down and have a conversation with people like you. It’s your chance to connect with me on a more personal level and hear my heart. The biggest compliments I get are when I meet someone for the first time (over coffee, of course!) and they talk about how they felt like they already knew me. First of all, I’m happy you actually read my blog. I promise it’s not creepy – I love it!
Don’t you get it? I don’t just love coffee because it’s good to drink and I’m addicted to it. (Let’s face it, I have a problem, y’all.) I love coffee because of what it represents on a much larger scale than the witty saying on the coffee cup on my desk.