Pastor's Wife, Mom, Writer & Imperfect Seeker of Jesus
June 18, 2015
Believe it or not, it wasn’t until I was 36 years old that I ever drank a cup of coffee. I had tried sipping on my mom & dad’s coffee growing up, but thought it was truly awful, so by the time I was an adult the desire just wasn’t there. Then one day six years ago the youth minister at our church walked into the children’s minister’s office and offered to make us each a Caramel Macchiato (he used to work at Starbucks). He was so excited to make it that I hated to say no.
It was…okay. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the drink. It’s just that it wasn’t something my taste buds really enjoyed. But then…
…I found myself thinking about that drink that night.
A few days later we headed out for a vacation, and I made a point to try some sort of coffee/cappuccino concoction at every single gas station we stopped at along the way AND on the way back. And this was a long trip. By the time we returned, I was completely and forever dedicated to having coffee every single day of my life! In fact, it got to the point where I was actually drinking about half to three-quarters of a pot each day. Okay, so that was a bit obsessive.
However, even though I have cut back to one large steaming mug every morning, I NEVER go without my coffee! And let’s just say that my family likes it better that way as well. Some mornings I simply enjoy it, allowing the flavors to roll around on my tongue, especially if it is my favorite Southern Pecan coffee. But other mornings, I NEED IT. I still remember the first morning that I was SO overly tired, and the moment the coffee crossed my lips the words of the crabs from Finding Nemo ran through my mind, “manna from heaven, sweet nectar of life!”
I almost spit the coffee back out laughing at how absurd that was of me. But then I stopped when I thought, “Why am I not this way about the Word of God?” I wouldn’t even think of skipping my morning coffee now, yet how can I get too busy to sit down and read my Bible? Well, sometimes it happens. And that really bothered me.
So like the coffee, I made a concentrated effort to be in God’s Word daily, and not just a verse or two, but a CHUNK. You know what I found? I did in fact “taste and see that the Lord is good!” (Psalm 34:8 NIV) His Words were sweet to my taste, “sweeter than honey to my mouth!” (Psalm 119:103b NIV) I began to crave God’s Word like spiritual milk (1 Peter 2:2-3) and discovered that I NEEDED it to survive like Jesus said, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” (Matthew 4:4 NIV) It wasn’t like I was never in The Word before, but it was definitely different when I began FEASTING on it!
Moment of truth: Are there still days when I let the chaos of life sweep me away throughout the day and I fall into bed at night only to realize that I hadn’t cracked open my Bible?
But I am so glad that now I honestly can’t skip more than a day. If my Bible is not in the bag that I carry around all the time, it sits on the edge of my bathtub. And if I have missed more than 24 hours of reading from it, I literally look at it and spiritually ache, thirsting for its nourishment like my parched tongue thirsts for water. And just like the coffee, my family is SO much happier when I get my daily fill-up of The Word.
So drink often and drink deeply—it might be just what you are missing!