They’re written and decorated different, yet all seem to agree: “All I need is some coffee and a whole lotta Jesus!” Before you do that curly-lip thing and look for something more fun or creative, slosh some more joe in your cup and walk with me . . .
With me, it started out with a lotta coffee and a little Jesus. I admit it. Took some doing to sit there and focus on, well, words in the Bible. Bo–ring.
Oh. Right. Prayed a little over the words, waved my highlighter over them and prayed toward K.C. Got it; we’re good–right, God?
As I grew in faith through Jesus, the ‘little’ started stretching. A few grudging or confusing verses began morphing into personal messages written by The Friend Who Sticks Closer Than A Brother.
Ten minutes became ten chapters. Time was no longer the measure; the Message was.
Now, I still enjoy plenty of fresh-ground, hot java each morning. First thing I do is cut own the coffeemaker. Y’all from southern Kansas will get ‘cut own’. The rest’ll just have to be jealous.
Point? Every day starts now with a whole lotta Jesus, while enjoying a whole lotta great joe. The Word and the Word. Yeah. It’s Light and Life – just as He is. No–I don’t always devour ten chapters. I simply don’t allow Time to intrude; I spend Time with Him, listening with a learner’s heart and a writer’s eye.
Can’t get by without Him or it – and don’t care to try.
Time to get my 2 miles in.
Oh–I love you, and I believe in you.
© D. Dean Boone, June 2017