Just give me mine black.
Oh no, I want mine with a touch of honey.
Yuck! No sweet things, but give me a bit of cream.
Well, not just any cream, I’ll take mine with hazelnut. No, no, no. Vanilla cream.
Seriously folks. Doctor it up any way you wish, but make sure it’s Gevalia.
Gevalia? No, thanks, I drink Keurig with a different flavor every morning, depending on my mood.
Oh, just let me grab a Starbucks on my way.
Nope, no way. If you want coffee, invest in a Williams-Sonoma machine. (And yes, between the Smith family members, we have all of these.)
So what’s the deal with Americans and their coffee? Are we just a bunch of spoiled folks who have to have it our way?
Or could it be that God Himself made us with different tastes, and personal experiences that influenced us?
After all we don’t have the same preferences in clothes. Some like flamboyant styles, some more sedate.
And books, yes, let’s go there. Sweet romances only? No, a romantic suspense, please. Don’t think so. Let’s go thriller!
Are you kidding me? None of that fiction stuff, I want only non-fiction. Oh, are we going there? Well, then give me science books. Nope, at least give me a story of history if it has to be non-fiction. Come on. Serious times mean serious reading: we need to delve into books about the Bible.
Wait. Hold on. Time out.
Is it possible that God intended all of the above? If every snowflake viewed under the microscope is different, then maybe the Lord meant each of us to be different too. We’re not carbon copies. Even our very DNA is individual. Special. Distinct.
And that’s the way it’s supposed to be. So grab your very own variety of coffee and pick up that book no one else in your family cares to read. Have at it. God planned it this way.
So what's your preference in coffee? How about books? Let's discuss!