Tuesday, May 26, 2009
It's a strange thing wanting coffee each morning. I used to only drink it on the weekends. Now it seems like an essential to start the day. Such is life. Needless to say, I was bummed when the bottom of my coffee mug peeked through. I was tempted for a second cup!
This morning I was faced with the desire for a good cup of coffee. Husband was already gone for the morning, he makes the best cup of coffee for me, so I thought about my options. I didn't want to brew a whole pot because I usually only drink one cup anyway. So, I remembered my handy little french press. Glory! I boiled the water, ground some coffee, and made the rest of my breakfast. The end result was a nice cup of strong coffee sweetened to my liking with some half & half. Lovely.
Whenever I bring out my little french press coffee pot I cannot help but reminisce on the summer of 2004. I made my way across the country to Ocean City, NJ on a summer mission assignment. My roommate, Shanda, always made coffee in a french press. I don't remember when it happened but she then started making me a cup of coffee each morning on the way to staff meetings. How it ministered to my heart! There were a few mornings when I had coffee ready for her after she taught me the art of french press. Ahh... sweet times. I love that simple things bring back such lovely and fond memories of times spent with a sister in Christ and remembering how even simple things can mean so very much and stay with a person for a lifetime.