Some mornings it feels like my heart still has its own agenda.
I make the coffee anyway.
My chest tightens when I fear life and love is moving forward without me.
For a while there, that feeling ran the show. Which isn’t abnormal, but now…
Now I’m learning to step outside it. I feel it, but it doesn’t define me. When it hits, I do simple things.
Grind the beans.
Heat the water.
Watch the steam rise.
This is a metaphor, of course.
I don’t own the morning or the ritual, but I can show up to what’s in front of me.
That rhythm steadies me.
Life and forgiveness are gifts. They aren’t earned. They’re given.
The small daily work of praying, showing up, and doing all the things we call “living” isn’t about proving anything.
It’s my way of answering love that’s already here.
Thank you Jesus
Grace doesn’t push or demand. It just reminds me I’m already accepted.
Already loved.
From there, I want to grow. It’s a natural byproduct.
Paul said everything else is loss compared to knowing Christ.
The treasure isn’t outcomes or blessings. It’s Him.
So it’s in these heart squeeze mornings that I simply make the coffee.
Not to fix the past.
Not to chase love.
But because love is already here.
Even when the ache lingers, this simple idea brings me back to what matters.
And that is being known by Christ