Now THAT'S a Good Cup of Coffee!!

In a few moments I will venture into unchartered territory. I am a tried and true a-little-bit-of-coffee-with-my-artificial-sweetener-and-sugar-free-powdered- creamer girl. But in a little while, I’m going to have my very first cup of French pressed coffee… black.

I have all my ducks in a row… newly purchased Burr grinder, newly purchased Brazilian French press, and recently received Storyville coffee beans. (Turns out, when I try something new, I jump in with both feet.) I have watched the DVD that accompanies the beans, all the accoutrements are laid out on my counter, my bottled water is heating (no tap water for this girl!), my press and mug are warming, and my beans are waiting to be ground.

I AM BECOMING A COFFEE SNOB!

But, y’all, one sniff of Storyville, and OH MY STARS! It’s hands down, the most perfect smell in the world. It beats out puppy breath, a freshly powdered baby and newly cut grass, hands down. The beans were just roasted on May 5^th, shipped to me and when I got my 1^st whiff – I thought surely I had died and gone to heaven.

I have been anticipating this moment for a week. And yes, I could have experienced this on an ordinary Monday through Friday, but for some reason I needed to make this 1^st experience something special. My bible and journal are waiting in my favorite chair and in a few moments… oh wait - my water is about to boil and I need to grind the beans… I’ll finish this in a bit.

WOW!

OH MY STARS!!

Sweet mystery of life at last you found me!!

I honestly am not exaggerating when I say that the founders of Storyville should be nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize (how does that work I wonder? Does some insignificant blogger in South Carolina say it and suddenly it happens?? Sorry – I digress...)

I had no idea coffee could be so good. And if doing this ritual makes me a coffee snob, then so bit it!

Yeah… this is good stuff.

Huh… here’s a thought (hang with me for just a moment) – I became a Christian when I was 5. Pretty much all I remember is my mom crying when my brother and I came home from Vacation Bible School and told her. I certainly don’t remember having experienced any euphoria or joy (though I’m sure it was there). And I certainly don’t remember that urge to run out and tell everyone one I know, “Kids, throw down your Babies, I’ve just found Jesus!!”

After my 1^st sip of Storyville my thoughts were (after WOW!!), “I can’t wait to tell Lisa!” “I’ve got to get Greg some of this for his birthday!!” “I need to RT to Vernon and tell him THANKS!!”

I’m fixin’ to do my quiet time and today I’m going to be reading/meditating/journaling on Luke 11:14-23. How many people will I want to rush out and shout, “Guess what I just learned about Jesus!”?

Storyville is great.

Jesus is greater.

Storyville will save me from a bad cup of coffee made with stale beans.

Jesus will save me from hell.

Storyville will satisfy my needs for a good cup of coffee.

Jesus will satisfy my needs for everything… always… forever.

Which of these things should I be talking about most?

I’m going to enjoy this cup of coffee like no one’s business. I’m going to savor my time with God.

Y’all have a good day.