I’m not a coffee lover. Caffeine and I just don’t mix but my sweetie loved coffee. TRUTH is every morning I would slip out of the bed and head to the kitchen and put his coffee on. After many coffee pots and all the new gadgets oh…. about 2 years ago he settled on an old percolator type coffee pot. He said it made the best coffee ever. I do know that I use to love to hear it percolating. Just a cool sound. It would let you know when it was ready to pour because the blue light would turn to a green light. That was my signal. WHEN that took place I would walk back slide in behind him in the bed and give him a nudge, or a pat and say, “honey your coffee is ready”. He would begin to move around and normally he would reach around and pull me in close for a big ole hug. ( missing those). I would make my way back to the kitchen and he would follow shortly behind me. THEN we would share breakfast and have our morning conversation and kick off our day. ( miss that too) …
WELL shortly after Dennis died I changed a few things in my kitchen. Nothing major, but one of the things I did was to put the coffee pot away. I didn’t drink it so why leave it on the counter … WELL here we are about 13 months down the road from that last morning (November 12, 2014) that I made him his last pot of coffee. That’s the morning I took him to Jackson to catch that last flight to Trinidad. ( little did I know that at the time)
Yesterday I hosted Bridge Club. It was such a treat. I got to bake a couple of cakes and welcome some sweet ladies into my home. They had ask for coffee SOOOOOO Out came the perfect percolator coffee maker and as I was filling it with coffee and plugging it in and as it began to make that noise my heart was overtaken with emotion. Haven’t heard that noise or smelled that smell aroma in quite some time. It was a GOOD FEELING THOUGH. Not one of sorrow. It was a FAMILIAR feeling and emotion. WEBSTER says familiar means” an intimacy that suggest a long association between persons.” How cool is that. That’s exactly what Dennis and I had. WE were familiar with one another. I loved having that sweet aroma in my house again
2 Corinthians 2:15 says “For we are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing” Would you stop for a minute and ask yourself “Am I that sweet aroma”….. I hope that something familiar tugs at your heart today.