a thing i love. a lot.

Happy National Coffee Day. I’m not sure how, but this is the first year that I have been aware of and celebrated this day. Today, as I was sipping a cup of delicious coffee, I realized that there would be nothing more fitting than to dedicate an entire post to it. After all, much of my money, time and thoughts center around coffee… Why shouldn’t a blog? (Bear with me… I promise I’m not crazy.)

I can relate many great (and not-so-great) memories to coffee. Last school year alone, I probably spent well-over 300 hundred hours at Starbucks… Talking, laughing, planning, editing, brain-storming, writing, listening, watching, reading, editing, day-dreaming, learning… all with a wonderful cup of coffee in my hands. I have had countless meaningful conversations with my mom over a cup of coffee. (I guess those would have happened regardless, but coffee made them better.) Then there are those lovely memories of my Cady & Cady days… When I was brainwashed to believe that productivity couldn’t happen apart from coffee. (I may or may not still believe that…) I also can’t forget that pair of white pants that survived about 4 hours in my wardrobe thanks to coffee. (Not to mention my leg… Ouch.) Last month, as I was in line for Starbucks at the Charlotte airport, I was reminded that coffee is often a symbol of attraction. A free cup from the guy ahead of me in line? Yes, please and thank you. :)

I seriously could go on and on and on and on and on about coffee. It’s clearly a big part of my life, but I’ve yet to write about my favorite coffee experiences. Every morning, I meet with JC (Jesus Christ, for those of you who aren’t up to date on the super-cool, Christian lingo) over a cup of coffee. The multi-colored heart mug: that’s the one I was using when JC confirmed in my heart that I should go to Seminary. The Christmas tree mug: that’s the one that I used almost every morning as I was studying the book Ephesians my sophomore year at LU. The candy-cane mug: That’s the one I was using when God smacked me upside the head last week. The Styrofoam cups: Those are the ones that I used everyday of my internship while studying the book of James that I taught my high-school buddies this summer. The Lord has broken my heart, filled me with joy, opened my eyes, made me uncomfortable, covered me in His love and empowered me to do His work… All over a cup (or a few cups) of coffee.

So again, Happy National Coffee Day, Internet. I submit that everyday is Coffee Day… It certainly is in my heart.

What are your favorite coffee memories?

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