“It doesn’t come naturally but when it’s finally part of your routine, you’ll move mountains to get it.
What would happen if I got as addicted to God as I am to COFFEE? How can I move heaven and earth to carve out time for Him everyday?”
Hahahahahaha that made me laugh, as I sit here sipping my cuppa’joe, wishing it was an americano or skim-pumpkin spice-half sweet-extra shot-no whip-latté… I can even hear the delightful ladies at Starbucks saying that very thing in my mind.
Kyla has an espresso machine that was on hiatus for awhile but to my thrill the other day I got an e-mail from her (which is worth it’s own blog entry, as she e-mailed me from upstairs…hey, we’re women of luxury and laziness) saying that she got the machine working; later, she brought me an almond roca latté, which was delicious and almond roca is my absolute favourite flavouring from the days when Joce and I “slaved” away at Delicious Treats (the now hip Kokopelli Café?).
Or we would simply take a shot of espresso and chocolate topped with whipped cream if we were really in need of the brown intravenous.
Remember for Lent last year how I gave it up? That was ridiculous.
I love coffee, not too sweet or too fancy, but I think it’s so fantastic. However, I love it more when I share it — anyone want to go for a date?