But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.
I have never spent a
great deal of time dissecting the nutritional information of the drinks and
food at Starbucks. But I do know this: over the last two years, nearly every
day, I have relentlessly found my “nutrition” at Starbucks.
It’s not the daily
infusion of caffeine that I have found to be my nutrition, but the placing my
heart, mind, and soul in direct contact with the Living Word. The Bible and
Truth itself, Jesus.
I don’t over dramatize
my language when I say my caffeine time each morning has been life giving. It
has been life sustaining in the same likeness as nutrition itself. Sound
theatrical? No! I’ve lived this out loud in a raw gut-wrenching way.
You see, there have been
mornings that I have gotten out of bed solely motivated by going to Starbucks.
I always look forward to that first sip of my iced vanilla latte, but even more
desperately, I have thirsted for Truth to cause Living Water to infuse me with
The above Jeremiah
passage references a tree sending out its roots by the stream, so that when the
heat comes, its leaves stays green. Trees wither and die without the nutrients
they draw and require from water. I wither, waste, and grow despairingly
hopeless without the perspective of Hope itself, given to us in the Person of
I have left my house
staggering to the car with the heaviness of darkness, grief, and a wounding of
the heart that words are incapable of describing. My thoughts often rendering
me to complete hopelessness. I now give that feeling the word despair.
Somehow, while sipping
my coffee, but choosing to trust Jesus by digesting Truth, my entire being
absorbs the nutrients to keep going.
I find hope at Starbucks.
Sometimes it’s just
enough to make it until that next nutritional supplement when I place my whole
being before the Living Word once again. It’s a supernatural mystery.
When I place this staggeringly despairing heart and mind before The Word. I’m
transformed. My husband can testify to this on too many occasions: he witnesses
his barely functioning wife leave the house hopeless. She returns to him with
new hope. Sometimes an extravagant increase in hope. Sometimes just enough.
What exactly happens at
Starbucks? It’s my daily exchange of despair for hope as I allow the word of
God to transform me. His Word is indeed
alive and active! Hebrews 4:12. Hallelujah and Amen!