Sunshine: Is That A Promise Or A Threat?

Sunshine and blue skies hang out with me this morning while I enjoy a cup of coffee. (Yeah, that’s yellow coffee because I put turmeric in it, along with heated soy milk, black pepper, coconut oil, Himalayan pink salt, and stevia before frothing it all together in the blender and topping it with cinnamon.)

Birds warble and croon and serenade, my dogs bask in the warmth, my youngest children are sleeping in because they were up late last night goofing around, and a squirrel chirps at me from a stand of aspen.

“Good morning!” my heart sings and all seems perfect.

The lone red petunia on the table, though, is showing signs of death.

And the grass isn’t as green as it should be for this time of year.

The sunshine, as beautiful as it is, reminds me there hasn’t been a proper rainfall in a long time.

I think back to the summer of 2017 and recall how quickly the forest fires raged from the hills and threw their smoke to veil everything we saw. Everywhere smelled like barbecue. It smelled good, but that smell was deceiving.

The sunshine is so good, but we do need rain to cover our land with rejuvenating water.

Please be praying with me for healthy amounts of rain in our land of British Columbia, Canada, and for the same in the lands of others where things like intentional power blackouts due to lack of water in the dams are negatively affecting lives.

Time is running dry. The way the world is looking these days, the end of life as we know it could be sooner than we can imagine, if your individual death doesn’t happen suddenly first.  My number one hope is that all who read this will be in heaven with me as that moment comes. If you are not sure you will be in heaven, check out this page:

Why We Need To Be Saved and HOW

Or you might like this video. (Don’t worry about the word “Propaganda” – it’s just the stage name of the guy named Jason who’s talking. His way with words is mesmerizing and he’s got the gist of the message bang-on!)

Eternal life through faith in Jesus Christ, the living Son of God. That is a promise, not a threat. That is the incorruptible we can put on and wear knowing it will never fade, shrink, tear, ignite, crumble, or otherwise partake in the act of dying, for in Christ there is no more death. He conquered death after He died on the cross, and when we put Him on, we’re truly covered.

Three things will last forever – faith, hope, and love – and the greatest of these is love. (1 Corinthians 13:13)

 

Wasting Coffee

I have heard it said, “Don’t waste your time with crappy coffee.”

I agree.

However, I wasted some time finding a good cup of coffee.

In the summer of 2017, finally allowed to go home after 19 days of evacuation, my family and I were trying to get out of Prince George. The shorter route still had a long section closed due to the forest fires, so we had to take the long way home – 7 hours, instead of 3.5.

I wanted a good cup of coffee to start my drive, but the nearest decent cafe was in downtown PG, 20 minutes away, whereas we were out in College Heights, just leaving my third daughter’s house after saying goodbye.

I had a Tim Hortons gift card, sent to me by my second daughter, and so I took the family to the nearby drive-through to fuel up on treats. I decided to give Tim’s coffee another chance, even though I had a disliking for it. I ordered a small coffee with two honeys and three creams.

I took one sip and scrunched up my face, saying, “Bleah!”

It tasted like there was no sweetener in it at all. I drink coffee for the taste as much as for the perk, and if it ain’t sweet, it ain’t good.

“I need to find some real coffee,” I said.

One of my sons suggested Starbucks. I squinted at him from the driver’s seat and said, “Ewwww?”

“Come on, Mom,” he said. “Give it a try. It might be better than Tim’s.”

“I dunno,” I said. “I had it once before and it was gross.”

“Just try it,” he said.

I went for it. While in the drive-thru lineup, I spotted a garbage can and asked my son to take my Tim’s coffee to it. He got out and did so.

I ordered a coffee with two honeys and some cream. When I took my first sip, the same “bleah” came out of my lips.

On our way out of town, we stopped at a 7-Eleven. While the kids took the dog for a walk, I went straight to the nearest trash can and put that Starbucks coffee into it. Then I went in to 7-Eleven and loaded a cup with my old standby: half full with dark roast, topped up with English toffee cappuccino, amended with four International Delight hazelnut creamers, and cooling it slightly with three of the 18% half-and-halfs (half-and-halves?).

As I walked out of the convenience store, I thought, “If I’m going to drink crap coffee, it might as well taste good!”

At home, I feel good about sticking to organic beans that I grind fresh before each cup, sweetening only with stevia, and cooling it off with cashew milk, but on the road, it seems that 7-Eleven has the best brew for my tastes.

I’m not usually one to throw food away, but those first two coffees were NOT good. I know a lot of people like them, and some might gross out over my choice of 7-Eleven java, but it’s a matter of taste.

Another blog entry with little to no point, but I felt like telling that story.