Most mornings, I wake up pretty early. Rather than disturb Brent, I like to tippytoe upstairs to start the day in my office. First, I turn on my mug warmer and heat a bit of milk in a mug. Next stop: the wet bar, where I delve into my stash of coffee. After Mr. Coffee does his thing, I doctor a mug of the brew with the milk, some hot cocoa mix, and a little stevia.

Voila–mocha!

It’s my favorite.

I’ve been wondering, though…. How is something as delicious as mocha even possible? I mean, have you ever tasted a coffee bean? Ewww. If I ever sampled one from a coffee bush, I’d probably spit it out thinking anything that bitter had to be poisonous. After all, the coffee plant and berries look a lot like Christmas holly, and that’s toxic.

And yet, someone in ages past bit into a coffee bean and thought, “Hey… this wouldn’t be half bad with some sugar on it. And maybe soak it in some boiling water.”

And what about cocoa? Plain ol’ cocoa tastes almost as bitter as coffee. Again, who decided to sweeten it up and give it a second chance? Once burned, twice bitter, or something.

Yet here we are, with more types and roasts of coffee than we know what to do with, and cocoa that’s not only pre-sweetened, but already mixed with dehydrated milk.

So, what does this tell you?

Miracles really do happen.

As near as I can figure, if God cares about something like coffee, which we don’t actually NEED to live (no, really)–we can trust him with the bigger stuff.

What’s your favorite little miracle?

Thanks for reading,

Jan