Sunshine Ambrosia

Days pass by in a blur of dulled routine.  The question of my heart haunts me and courses through my veins as I pour coffee and steam milk and clean up spilled sugar:  what will I do with this one wild and precious life?

There are so many things I want to do and I don't know where to start so I keep pouring coffee.  I feel the pressure on me, the weight of the world pressing down until all I see is it crashing around me because I wasn't strong enough to save it.  I am brought to tears by the unkindness and ungratefulness, the swords that pierce the Heart that loves me.  It is an ugly place, this world around us.  I want to save it, but I can't.  I am empty--nothing.  I turn to God pour myself out in tears, the blood of the soul.  He says, "Trust me."  I remember how He taught me to trust before when I made a mess and broke my heart.  He washed me in His Mercy and filled me with His love.  When I was nothing, He was everything.  I was empty and He filled me with joy and peace.

From behind the espresso machine, I lift my eyes up and my heart soars with them and I tell Him, "Okay.  You've got this. I surrender my worry to You."  Peace floods my soul.  Time to start living again.

I look around at the coffee bins behind me.  I am bored with the selection--it's been awhile since we received any new varieties.  At the suggestion of my co-worker (she receives full credit for the inspiration), I pull a shot of espresso with one of our older coffees (appropriately called La Divina Providencia--Divine Providence), add honey, steamed milk, and, of course, rainbow sprinkles.  There it is--sunshine in a cup, liquid gold, joy coursing through my veins and I sip on sunshine and sprinkles until I am drunk on coffee and mercy.

My eyes are opened to the beauty around me and I am thankful for the riches of the day, for the blessings in my cup.  This is the Promised Land flowing with milk and honey, this simple life.