HEART'S CRY

I watched my husband, David making my coffee and realized his secret...he stirred the sugar for what seemed like forever.  Don't get me wrong, when I put in my own teaspoon of sugar, I give it a good time around. David's coffee always taste better. I'm not known for my cooking expertise, and the various blending, folding and stirring verbs on recipe cards seems redundant.  So maybe, just maybe....he is on to something! Watching him stir my coffee is almost hypnotizing and the sound of steel and ceramic creates the sweetest tune.  This one act of devotion has redefined the word for me into a discipline and an art. Being in constant hurry to get to the point, the answer, the fix and the action is a strength and a challenge for me. I am decisive and do not like things to stir emotionally, relationally, spiritually and procedurally.  One could say, impulsive as well. The process is uncomfortable.  As it should be. Being sti...