I am my Keurig. My morning ritual proves it.
You might have a morning ritual. Exercising, brushing your teeth, reading your newspaper. Mine is walking like the living dead to the kitchen and hugging my Keurig coffee maker. Ok, hugging might be too strong of a word. However, we do bond. It provides liquid caffeine allowing me to remember my name.
If you knocked on my door this week you would have noticed a modification to this ritual. Should I say, you would have heard the modification. I added moderate thumping. Yes, I confess it’s actually banging. I told my daughter it was merely controlled crashing, don’t be concerned. I told her it was normal to slam the Keurig forcefully into the countertop. She didn’t seem to buy it. Smart girl.
How could I injure an object of such necessity? Simple. Clogged water lines were impeding the flow of liquid caffeine. A new ritual was formed: turn on, nothing, bang, nothing, bang, coffee. Brewing with vinegar would “descale” the device returning it to normal. Mental note: buy vinegar. Mental forget.
Next morning: turn on, nothing, bang, nothing, bang, bang, bang, coffee. Mental note taken. Mental note forgotten. Repeat next day with more banging. A simple fix, but unfortunately not occurring.
Days pass. My mind whispers ‘I am my Keurig’.
My breath was taken away. I was lacking peace. I was lacking joy. I was not flowing. My spiritual life was clogged. Requirement to fix, clean it. Mental note taken. Mental note forgotten. Repeated daily. I was struggling in life with things I should not be struggling with. Patience, peace, joy. I needed “descaling”.
Prayer. I wasn’t using the cleaning tool God gave me. Life was not flowing as it should. God didn’t make it difficult, I did. Mental note taken, recorded, acted upon.
Descaling daily. Quieter morning ritual, less banging, more praying. Peace, joy abundant.