Coffee and Me

I had hoped last Thursday to join in with the Five minute Friday write up that Andrew usually puts up early.  BUT… I didn’t make it and mentally I had a fun post done.  After all the word prompt was Coffee and well… That’s an easy fun post for me.  What I came up with was different then what I intended, perhaps a tad more serious than fun, but still was quick, fun write up for me.  Come and discover the relationship between coffee and me! 

Coffee and Me

Coffee and me
we’re such good friends.
I admittedly tell a lie!

Three times in life we’ve met
face to face and well
let’s coffee comes to me to die.

A plowed field, oops I tripped!
The houseplant was thirsty, really!
and well, it’s much too cold to drink
now, perhaps a cup of tea instead?

My hubby loves his coffee
and as I meander down the stairs,
wondering at the stench
and if the cats did something I’d
rather not know about.

I spotted coffee dip ice cream
just the other day wondered
“WHY? Why ruin a delicious treat!!!”
Coffee crisp, mocha cream,
coffee wine, and so much more.

This flavouring of food
with an obnoxious stench
I’ll never understand.
It’s almost as bad as dill!

A faith element

Each cup of coffee ever offered to me was made by someone determined to give me the perfect brew.  The fact that I can’t stand the smell of coffee isn’t their fault.  This morning in church we were reminded that the more we remember God’s faithfulness, the more our faith is strengthened. 

Just like a cup of coffee, brewed to my hubby’s likes, strengthens him for the day.  The brew of God’s remembered faithfulness in our lives, strengthens us for our journey of faith.   Therefore, let this godly “coffee” be a good smell in our noses that causes us to want more eh?  🙂