Coffee comforts...

I dream of coffee. No, really, I do. I love the stuff.

I love how coffee brings friends together to chat. I enjoy how my husband will craft me an espresso treat each night right before we catch each other up on the day's events. I laugh when my children ask for coffee, really only wanting sweetened frothy milk. And of course, I like the way it perks me up after a sleepless night of mommying.

But most days, my favorite way to drink coffee is at 5:45am cuddled up on the couch with my Bible for my quiet time in the Word and prayer. Coffee is quite comforting, but not nearly so much as God's Word rightly applied to my life.

And now, to go make a comforting cup of coffee...