Coffee = Mountains

Two years have passed since I have been on a mountain. That is too long. Whenever people ask the question, “mountains or beach?” I invariably choose the mountains. My brother has always been the more aquatic — I think he might literally be a fish. Heidi also chooses the beach– it is where she is most at home. Fortunately, I am scheduled to visit the Rockies in March, but this morning God provided me a small taste of the mountains in a cup of coffee.

I have been brewing Folger’s coffee in our house for the last several months and I generally use the same ratio of water to coffee grounds. For the two of us, 5 scoops to the 8 water mark. For some reason though, this morning, when I tasted the coffee, I instantly felt like I was in the mountains. With each drink, the crisp air and overwhelming majesty of the mountains flooded my senses.

Each day, I want my eyes opened to the mysteries and majesty of God. He is revealing himself to us — we just need to see.

“He who forms the mountains,
creates the wind,
and reveals his thoughts to man,
he who turns dawn to darkness,
and treads the high places of the earth—
the LORD God Almighty is his name.”
— Amos 4:13
**I took this picture a few years ago after a hike up Conejos Peak in Southern Colorado. It is what the coffee reminded me of this morning.