Most every morning when I pour coffee beans into my coffee grinder to prepare coffee I think about how long I’ve had this same grinder. I purchased it about the same time my husband and I got married over 14 years ago. Why does the longevity of a coffee grinder come to mind almost every morning?
The more I thought about it, the more I think I know why. My devotional this morning referenced Psalm 34:8 “Taste and see that the Lord is good. How happy is the man who takes refuge in Him!”
It’s been nearly 17 years since this prodigal daughter decided to “taste, see and take refuge”. And, all these years later, I can’t even imagine what my life might look like today had I not made this pivotal intentional choice to seek Him again, to run back to the shelter of His wings.
17 years ago, I showed back up at my father’s doorstep. The only possessions I had left were a few clothes, a cardboard box full of kitchen pots and pans and my two dogs…loyal companions to a weak and worn out traveler. I didn’t have money for a coffee pot back then. Instead, I got by with a hand-me-down microwave and some instant coffee. Every morning, I would prepare my coffee, grab my Bible, and head outside to a huge rock on my father’s property. I’d sit on that rock, sip my coffee…tasting, seeing and taking refuge.
A coffee grinder? Strange how such a trivial act of grinding coffee can fill (to the brim) this Daughter of the High King with gratitude. A coffee grinder? It reminds me, most every morning, of God’s mercy and God’s goodness.
This old song from Shawn McDonald came to mind again this morning. Thought I would share it, if you’ve never heard it.