I love coffee. Perhaps a little too much. Right now I’m trying to limit myself to one cup a day. Well, okay, two max. But that’s it. My husband got me into drinking the lovely hot drink black a few years back. He said that you couldn’t really taste the coffee if you put other stuff in it. It took me a while to wean myself off the milk (never cream or half and half) and sweetener. I didn’t really make the change because of the taste though. I really did it to make life simpler. And it is. At least I think so. Did I mention that I love coffee?
I won’t even start on my new favorite roast from Thailand. I think it’s going to replace my all-time favorite Bolivian blend.
Well anyway, I was thinking about it today. Every morning (except Sunday) we make coffee. No matter what. Maybe not every morning, but it’s been part of our morning routine for a long time.
I have been working hard in the last couple of weeks to get up early to read the Bible, read a section from a discipleship book, and pray. I have a huge desire to spend time with God, but I’ll admit it. It’s tough with limited amounts of sleep. I’ve been moving my time with God frequently, because as soon as I get a routine down, my life situation seems to change. Right now I’m making my God time first thing in the morning. My goal is to make my God time as routine as my one cup of coffee.
Are you regularly spending time with God? It can be a struggle to start the routine but oh so worth it.
About a year and three months ago a big thing happened to us. We moved into a house in Vermont. It’s more than a house though. It’s our home. I remember unpacking some wind chimes that we received as a wedding present. That wonderful sunny day was in 2004. I remember thinking to myself, “Those chimes were waiting for this home.” It was a comforting thought. We had never before had a place to hang them.
This is the first time in my adult life that I feel truly settled. (I’m coming upon a milestone birthday later this month. I’ll let you guess which one.)
In all the places I lived I knew that I wouldn’t be there that long (meaning…more than two years). I knew that God was preparing us. I never enjoyed the process of moving. Sure, I could pack the boxes. That wasn’t the problem. It was this desire to stay put for a while. Every time we moved, it was this huge reminder that we weren’t staying put. This is the first time that I haven’t had this looming notion in my head that I wouldn’t be here for long.
I want you all to know that despite the floods and fires (literally), I am truly at home here. This is where I want to be, to serve, to grow, and to love. Better than that, I know that God wants us to be here. For that I am thankful.
I am committed to this community. So if you want something (even if it’s a cup of coffee) or you need something (like someone to talk with while drinking that cup of coffee), please do not hesitate to let me know. I’m here for you, because I want you to know that God is too.
It’s raining. I’ve never really minded the rain. Not too much anyway. That is until recently. I’ve never seen how powerful rain can be. About a week and a half ago I experienced it for myself. It can take out bridges. It can flood houses. It can wreak havoc on local markets and restaurants. It’s been emotional for a lot of us, and out of those emotions the rain has brought the worst out of some people.
The rain has also brought the best out of some people. I have heard stories of people helping evacuate others. I have heard stories of CVPS workers doing all they can do to restore electricity. I have heard stories of communities rallying together to make sure people have food and water.
I know people who drove for hours giving up their long weekend just to help our immediate community. It’s quite touching. Others have made a sacrifice. They are volunteer firefighters. They are town workers. They are people who work for non-profits. The list could go on and on. One thing that I can say is that they have gone up and beyond.
I know that things may never be quite the same, but I do know that Vermont will recover from this flood. (Please come to southern Vermont this fall if you can.) I’ve seen fires and I’ve seen floods in my short time living in South Londonderry. If I’ve learned anything during my time here, it is this: God can bring good out of anything. I may not understand what He is doing. I know, though, that I can expect that God will do something, and I can choose to jump on God’s wagon and go along for the ride.
This is written by Kathleen Blackey, follower of Jesus and co-pastor at First Baptist Church.