On Thursday Allan told me that he was thinking about not drinking coffee anymore. He told me that he felt that it was keeping him from drinking enough water. He then asked me to join him and I told him to, “have fun with that”.
With a new baby in the house and all of my other responsibilities (homeschooling, MOPS, book club, etc) I have really needed coffee each morning. Who am I kidding? It’s not just the morning that I need coffee. I reach for it almost every afternoon. Basically all day long. But it’s not because I’m drinking excessive amounts of caffeine. On any given day I only have 2 cups of half-caff coffee, but I forget them my cup all over the house and sip on it all day long.
The thought of giving it up in favor of Allan drinking more water seemed kind of silly.
But then I got to thinking about it and coffee has become a mandatory in my life, which I’m not too fond of. If you haven’t already gathered, I’m not a big fan of relying on or answering to things in my life besides God. So, if coffee has become a pseudo idol, then I should probably think about fixing my relationship with it.
On Friday morning as the boys and I were getting ready for the day I grabbed out a roasted dandelion root tea bag and a cinnamon stick instead of putting on coffee. I let it steep while I made bacon and frothed some homemade almond milk. And you know what? I didn’t miss the coffee one bit. I actually really liked the taste of the tea and it completely satisfied me.
So, maybe I don’t really need my morning coffee the way that I thought I did.
When Allan got home later that day I asked if he had any coffee at his men’s group at church and he said that he forgot about quitting coffee and had drank a couple cups. Instead of feeling deprived or frustrated, I felt ambivalent. Which is progress for this once die-hard coffee drinker. Maybe this grace thing really is starting to work…
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