We too have acquired an array of coffee makers. They too are, for the most part, from our children. There are small pots, larger party size pots and iced coffee pots. For Mother’s Day, Dan gave me our own Keurig coffee maker. We are running over with coffee and pots. I joked we may have to expand our kitchen to accommodate our collection.
We Americans have a strange love affair with coffee. Coffee shops are a booming business. We gather with loved ones, visit and sip from our particular caffeine drug of choice.
That warm cup of coffee is a comfort. Just this morning I was remembering Daddy and our coffee breaks. When we were still on the bottle, he would give us a drop of coffee. I can still remember his giggle when we had our secret coffee cocktails together. I have written about the peace between my parents and me before their deaths. That is huge comfort particularly in my struggles with personal demons.
As is most things we are attached to, it is not necessarily the physical but the emotional attachment. I still have my Daddy’s coffee cup. It is too precious to drink from anymore, but it has a special place in our home. I hope and pray that our children and grandchildren will have many memories from our times together that will bring them comfort and a smile.
The Lord directs the steps of the Godly. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand. Psalm 37:23-24