I first joined this lovely forum group when I was a tall, light summer tea, with the rays of the sun dancing on the surface and gleaming off the glass. I was carefree, bubbly, and spilling with an immature giddiness. Time passed and brought with it a measure of maturity. While I was still a happy summer tea, I took on a slightly darker tone.
The month I resignedly turned my back and walked away, the glass was knocked over and shattered. The all too thirsty earth swallowed the tea before I even realized what had happened. In its place, a large, heavy mug of thick, black coffee was thunked onto the table. Anyone tasting it would have vehemently spat it out. But there I sat in all my black drudge, too thick to see beyond my large, heavy mug.
That's when God began His culinary miracle. A good amount of the cream of comfort and healing... A heaping spoonful of sweet friendships found in unexpected places and people... The dash of spice of a new home church... All stirred together by the sovereign hand of God Himself.
I will never again be a light summer tea. I will never again be carefree and giddy. I am a coffee, deep and perhaps a bit more melancholy, but deliciously flavored by the sovereignty of God. And inside reigns a peaceful, unexplainable joy, which in my opinion is far better than carefree happiness.