Coffee

I enjoy my coffee. Actually, let me rephrase that—I really enjoy my coffee. Most people who know me have figured this out by now.

But here’s the thing: I don’t consider myself a coffee snob. I’m not loyal to any particular brand, and I’m definitely not one of those people who thinks you have to drink it black to be a “real” coffee drinker. Oh no, not me. Give me a little sweetener and a little cream, and I’m a happy camper.

My grandmother? Now she took it to another level. That woman had a little coffee with her sugar—and I mean a lot of sugar. We’d watch her add one scoop, then another, then another. We couldn’t help but laugh every time.

Coffee has really evolved over the years, hasn’t it? There’s a coffee shop on every corner now, and the flavor options are endless. Caramel this, pumpkin spice that, vanilla everything.

But for me, coffee is more than just a beverage. It’s my jump-start in the morning. It’s what warms me up when I’m cold. It’s an excuse to sit down with a friend and catch up. And best of all? It’s the perfect companion for those quiet mornings when I settle in with my Bible and a good study.

Coffee is a gift to be savored—one delicious sip at a time.

“What about you? Are you team black coffee or team cream and sugar? Drop a comment and tell me about your favorite coffee moment!”

(This post was written using the Five-Minute Writing Group’s prompt. If you like to write, this is a good place to get inspired.)