Ladies, Wait for a Man that makes you Coffee

This morning, I woke up with my husband at 5am. I’m not always an early bluebird singing sweet songs in the dawning hours. But, I’ve been trying to get up with him to pray and read a devotion together. When I do get up with my husband, I want to serve and attend to him. I feel like we want to “out-serve” one another. He goes willingly and joyfully to work everyday to provide for our family. Not only that...he makes me “brewed with love” coffee.

Carl got up just a tid-bit before me, while I rustled myself out of bed. I was tired, but wanted to find my way through the sleepy forest. When I did, I looked upon the kitchen counter and found coffee. I looked upon this creamy caffeine delight with a smile. My helping husband knew I would need a caffeine spark. The coffee was poured with his adoration love. Peppermint mocha creamer added a dash of his rich romanticism. This gesture spoke to me this morning. It steamed with a godly’s man giving heart.

Ladies, don’t settle on “no coffee” mornings. Pray and wait on God for your benevolent barista. If a man truly loves God, he will genuinely love your heart, soul, and mind. He will serve you with a sweetness like a pinch of sugar. I’m am blessed beyond measure to see a cup of coffee awaiting me on the counter.

Young women, wait on your coffee mug of love. Do not give the wrong “no coffee man” your heart. Wait on God and listen to His “hark!”

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