coffee, java, latte, americano. . .

Oh. My. Goodness. I am so grateful for my sister sending 2 pounds of coffee grounds through a pastor friend who just came from the States to visit the ministry here. This morning I had pumpkin spice coffee and finally felt I'd caught up with the rest of the world who has been drinking this stuff (and posting about it) for the past month. The coffee available in our part of India is instant coffee, so I've been pining for the "real stuff" since my appetite for coffee returned in this second trimester. I sat outside on a plastic chair in the hallway outside our house and felt the amazing morning breeze here and soaked in Scripture and sipped coffee and worshiped my kind God who meets all my needs and even delights me with supplying wants like coffee grounds! Mornings here are really quite delightful. It feels like you're at a beach house with the coconut trees creating a cool breeze and soft, rosy morning light washing over the brightly painted houses. It's quiet in the morning, which is saying a lot for India. India's not usually quiet, but in the mornings before the children arrive for school and the desks and benches of the school screech and the car roaring and horn blaring start in the streets outside, the quiet of the morning is a hard-to-resist twilight time which calls for worship and sweet meditation on the Word.

Today I also heard from two dear sisters working in other fields on this and a neighboring continent, and rejoice at what our Father is doing to bring harvests in these places. I am encouraged by their faithfulness in sowing and watering and reaping, and by the faithfulness of our God who is the one who brings the increase. May God grant grace to you and to me today to love Him and others well, and in so doing have the joy and privilege of  seeing some who haven't to this point been in His flock join through your love and labor.