Coffee and New Days.

"I love early mornings when it feels like the rest of the world is still fast asleep and you're the only one who's awake and everything feels like it isn't really real and you kind of forget about all your problems because for now it's just you, and the sunrise." 

I am fast paced. Like the ocean, I never seem to stop. Even at the end of the day when I close my eyes my brain flies a million miles a minute. I just swell with ideas, to dos, thoughts, and the future. Especially growing up in the DC area, where coffee is ever flowing, and deadlines are never ending, I have naturally evolved into a quick, must do, never stopping person. It has gotten so bad that I can not simply sit down after preparing a meal for myself until every utensil and slightly dirty dish has not only been cleaned, but also put back in its home.

However, there is always one time of the day that I seem to be able to slow down. I put all things aside, and refocus my mind. This is in the early morning, when the sun has risen, and its rays are shimmering through the cracks in my bedroom window. When you can still see the dew drops glistening on blades of grass. That is when I slow down. The promise of a new beginning, of a fresh chance to restart. This is what allows me to stop and meditate. And coffee.

For some, Coffee is a much needed energy booster and is consumed simply for that reason. Don't get me wrong, I too drink coffee for this reason. However, in the early mornings, coffee is a form of relaxation. Putting the water in the kettle and waiting for the melodic boiling song it will sing. Opening a canister and smelling the miraculous aroma of roasted beans. Letting the two components become one in my French Press and seeing the light brown crema form. Holding the delicious substance in a linen colored mug with a touch of honey and cream. Oh, the bliss! I indeed enjoy a good cup of coffee in the morning.

However, I have written far too much about my love affair with coffee. What I really want to talk about is how every day is brand new. What an incredible blessing that is. A rebirth of the day. Another day to see the hand of God at work. Another morning to thank Him for His great love and never ceasing faithfulness.

"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." ~Lamentations 3:22-23

This idea of the end of a day, led into a new one began to linger in my mind as of late. I wonder if our Heavenly Father, among many other things, chose to have night and day to show the symbolism of being in the dark to our sin, to being raised out of it in rebirth through the death of His son. A blinding night to a new day! A beautiful compare and contrast to the Gospel message.

"We were buried therefore with Him by baptism into death, in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life." ~Romans 6:4

I just love the idea of taking the metaphor for day and night and representing it as being saved and made new. It helps me remember why I wake up in the morning. However, even though every morning brings new pleasure, excitement, disappointment and sorrow it is incredible to remember that we wake up under the protection and love of a steadfast, gracious, kind, and loving Savior.

So, to whom may stumble upon this post: Take a moment, clear your mind from all the to dos, troubles, and terrors this world may impose on you and remember that tomorrow is a new day. Whether tomorrow starts with a wonderful cup of coffee, a crying baby, or sitting in traffic, know that there is a loving Father who is constantly making you new, just as He does the day.

Want more? Read Romans chapter 6.