I reached for the coffee pot to pour a second cup; feeling the shadows of morning slipping silently westward, I glanced in the back yard. I was in thought.
If I couldn’t make the mortgage payment next month, would I be able to afford this cup of coffee? As that thought floated to the surface of my mind and I became consciously aware of it, I was alarmed.
At first glance though, it all seemed harmless enough – just a little idea flitting in my mind. None-the-less, it gave me a chill to recognize the fingerprint of negativity on that thought. The essence of the very demon I am desperately chasing through out my being.
Why?
Why would my unfettered mind choose that approach to a second cup of coffee? It would seem more appropriate to smell the aroma, feel the warmth of the cup, and savoring the sip, give thanks for one more simple pleasure in my life.
Why?
Is there a part of me so fearful that it associates everything with an impending unknown doom? Do I have so little faith in my source that I am constantly questioning my security?
Seconds passed. I shivered. I took my cup and walked away. I read about the life power flowing through me. I thought about it and felt the currents soak through to the very core of my being.
The sun claiming dominion over the back yard, I reached for the coffee pot to pour a third cup. I was in thought.
I smelled the aroma, felt the warmth of the cup, and savoring the sip, I gave thanks for one more simple pleasure in my life.