Everyday Can’t Be French Press….

Written by:  Dcs. Heidi Goehmann

This is the day that the LORD has made;
Let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Psalm 118:24

Cup of cappucino with cinnamon heartsI heart coffee.  It’s a well known fact.  I love it like no ones business.  I’m not the person who drinks copious amounts of it, but I like good coffee every day.  My husband and I were introduced to the world of French pressing several years ago, by an Alton Brown TV spot where he rode around on a motorcycle and made French press coffee out of fresh snow from the Rockies.  Yum!

French press coffee is amazing.  The oils in the coffee beans rise to the surface of your cup.  There are more layers of flavor and body in your coffee than you can imagine.  The problem:  it takes a lot of time and a lot of beans.  It’s expensive, you have to boil the water to a perfect temperature, so you stand there and watch it;  you steep the beans and come back, but you need to dedicate time to savoring your delicious cup because it because it gets cold fast at said perfect temperature.

I love French press coffee, but the reality is, I can’t have it everyday.

This applies to so much in my life.  I want excitement and adventure.  I want hyperbole.  I want everyday to be fabulous, every meeting to be fantastic, every conversation to be life changing, every moment to “matter.”  (Can you say, my own breed of prosperity gospel?)

The problem is, when we expect the most from absolutely every thing, every second, every relationship, a) we will always be let down and b) what is really special anymore?

French press is French press because it’s special and exceptional for that moment.  It’s best served when you have time to enjoy it, over good conversation or a quiet morning of contemplation.  If I had it everyday, it’s just coffee.  If every day is fantastic, fantastic is just regular, and ceases being fantastic.  I’m always looking to amp it up, make it more, make it bigger.  And then I teach my children that is what life needs to be (inadvertently) – everything’s a holiday, every lunch box a masterpiece, every conversation life changing.  I need my congregation to always be doing and being so much more.  It’s never enough.

I’m never content.  I miss all the little wonderfulness because I spent so much time trying to make the epic cup of coffee.  Contentment is probably the most underrated spiritual gift known to man.  We laud leadership and vision, we are amazed by the testimony of a dramatic conversion, but contentment and people who ooze contentment is wrapped in so many other spiritual gifts, like grace and truth, and the peace that passes all understanding.  It is clearly the Spirit at work.

God offers me so much in Christ Jesus.  So much.  But in Scripture he tells me it’s enough for each day – just enough.  Not epic and not monumental, but enough.  My job is to be a vessel, to grow and to learn and to seek.  Not be more, do more, make it more.

This school year, my goal is to bask in enough.  I’m going to pray my kids off to school.  I’m going to make my drip cup of coffee, and then I’m going to journal for 5 minutes thanking God for the day and asking him to be a part of it…whatever that day is, percolated, drip coffee pot, or french press.  Because He made it and that’s enough.