Coffee and Friends Are Good Medicine
People are complicated, and I am the worst of offenders.
I love my friends and never want to lose them.
Raising a teenager on your own is expensive.
I probably think too much.
It is also important to note that by the time I wrote this I was fine.It’s never a good sign when you’re sad and worried before you get out of bed. Click To Tweet
I had something exciting to get out of bed for: my friend Katrina and I had scheduled an early morning walk, then we were getting coffee. I couldn’t wait to see her. She always greets me with a big smile, a long hug, and a hello that reminds me I’m precious to her. We all need at least one person in our lives who does these things. (If you think you don’t, trust me, you do.)
We spent an hour walking and chatting about some of what was on my mind and some of what was on hers. There were no tears or stops to pray, just free-flowing conversation between two sisters in Christ who knew they could be honest without being judged, reminded who is going through something worse, offered platitudes, or made to feel small and less mature than the other. Like my other truly-close friends, we know each other well enough to assume that the other has done plenty of praying, is trying to trust God’s plan, is doing her best to take her thoughts captive, and feels the way she does because whatever she is concerned about is hard, not because she is slacking off on her quiet time or forgetting what James tells us about trials. In other words, we give each other credit for being grownups and room to be human.
We carried our conversation into the line at Peet’s, where Katrina told me of her plan to order a cold brew.
I’d heard the following about cold brewed coffee:
- It was “the best!”
- It was especially best with coconut milk.
- It was strong.
- I needed to try it.
So I ordered one too and requested coconut milk. I hoped it wouldn’t fall into the same “Who decided this was delicious?” category as those fat-free chocolate cookies from the 90s, baked chips, and carob. (I confess to enjoying all of the above at one time, or at least doing a good job of pretending.)
I am grateful to report that it is not overrated! I also discovered something that no one told me about: when combined with a good friend, great conversation, and a long morning walk, cold brew coffee has the same special powers as the mail described in last week’s post, especially if one’s friend is a hugger.
“Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”
Psalm 42:5 (NIV)
Sometimes, in order to get to the place of hoping in God, we need to get out of our heads, be with someone we know we can trust, and maybe try something new. It doesn’t have to be cold brew or even coffee, just something that reminds us there is more to life than the same old thing and what kept us awake in the middle of the night. There is just something about a new flavor, a new topic, a different walking path, a reminder that our friends have stuff that keeps them awake too…
By the time I got home, I was ready to work and enjoy the people that God had placed in my day. I’m sure the caffeine helped, but I’m convinced that what came with it helped more.
Sometimes, in order to get to the place of hoping in God, we need to get out of our heads... Click To Tweet
When was the last time you got out with a friend? When was the last time you tried something new? How about both on the same day? What is it about your friends that energizes and encourages you?