I admit, I love my coffee! I have certain favourites from certain coffee places, but I also really love a cup of coffee just made at home. The warm liquid is comforting…
So we drove back from France to England and on the way I just really fancied a coffee. We stopped and I asked for a skinny vanilla late…. it was a stop at a well known chain, but the coffee lady was clearly new at her job.
A few miles further down I took a sip from my coffee… yuk!!!! the weirdest taste ever, def not a latte!
Opened the lid and stared into my cup of warm milk…. no coffee!!!!
We were debating what to do, and decided to stop at the next rest stop to buy an espresso and add that to the warm milk. It made it drinkable, but only just.
This thought me 2 lessons: always check your coffee before you leave the shop and I don’t like warm vanilla flavoured milk!
It’s a bit like going to church, listening to the sermon, participating in singing, chatting with the fellow participants … but then going home to forget all about God until the following week. Like shutting God out of life, just allowing Him to interact in a very specific setting.
Going through life like drinking warm milk without the coffee. A latte needs the coffee, and God needs the daily interaction in our life. And we need our daily interaction with God too! A perfectly flavoured coffee, fitting together well!!
Hm, vanilla flavoured? Absolutely NO. But a cup of warm milk? I prefer that, no coffee for me 🤣🤣 Interesting comparison you make 😉