I heart coffee.
Warm, brown juice of the beans of life…yes, that wonderful elixir of awesome.
I’ve always had an intense relationship with coffee. It’s like my life coach, that warm frothy latte that greets me in the morning and says, “Mary, look at all the things we can accomplish together today. We can write an entire book in twelve hours. We can shop that sale rack at blazing speed. We can whip up that five star meal in less than 3.2 miliseconds. We are invincible!”
Which is, of course, a BIG FAT LIE. That novel will take me twelve years and many hundreds of cups of coffee to write.
Coffee does however allow me to greet the day giving me an assist in dealing with people that you’d rather just throat punch and then go to confession happily afterward.
Oh coffee. You get me.
Many of you know my husband is a real history geek, and he told me this story once, maybe you’ve heard it, but it definitely speaks to me on why coffee is a very spiritual drink for me.
Coffee was originally considered “Satan’s Drink” because it originated from the Muslim Ottoman Empire which was constantly at war with Christian Europe. So the legend goes that some grand poo-bahs in the Vatican wanted to ban the beverage but Pope Clement VIII refused until he had tasted for himself. So, he was brought an awesome mug of coffee goodness, was immediately converted. According to the legend, he declared, “This devil’s drink is delicious. We should cheat the devil by baptizing it.”
Now y’all I have lost count of how many cold mornings have begun with a mug of java in my hands. I inhale the dark roasted aroma which slowly seeps into my brain allowing me to begin my day with joy in my heart. Coffee continues to bring me happiness throughout my day. I have spent many a happy hour chatting with friends whilst sipping a steaming cup of Papally blessed goodness.
Coffee can also be a relationship builder. True love is declared when your husband rolls up to Starbucks and boldly pronounces your correct coffee order. I do love my tall whole milk, one raw sugar latte, but I love my guy more. His ability to bring home the coffee is one of the many reasons he’s a keeper.
Time for another cup.
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