Trust

Times of testing are as old as thirst in the desert.

We will die with no water to drink.

Then out of the rock—a river.

Sometimes seeking God’s face and believing in his care

drives me to the wilderness to beg for water.

When it comes I want to jump in and drown in His presence.

But I drink and walk on

and thirst and seek and drink

again

from Exodus 17:1-7
Nancy Perkins

Coffee

when I find myself sitting in my living room chair

early in the morning on the weekend

desperately drinking the coffee that I normally love to savor

to satisfy that part of my brain that rules this addiction

I make the decision to stop that regular afternoon infusion at work

so that when I forget to partake on the weekend

I won’t find myself sitting in my living room chair

early in the morning

with a temple-to-temple headache that screams for caffeine

gulping down draughts of Colombian dark roast

I can hear my children laughing

I’ve been here before

My name is Nancy and I’m a coffee addict