So when we got to church, I poured a cup of coffee from the pot in the family room (as we call the entry area) and then settled into my seat in the sanctuary. I took a quick sip and sighed because --much to my surprise-- it tasted really good.
And I sat there holding my cup, just breathing in the fragrance of the coffee and the sweetness of being with fellow Believers in Jesus.
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