A little while back, I woke up early, ready to begin a busy day. As I was standing by the coffee pot, urging it to hurry up and drip enough to give me that all-important first cup, I started thinking about my plans for the day. Then I became anxious about my plans for the day.

“Maybe I should cut my devotional time a little short. Leviticus isn’t always all that inspiring anyway. God will understand. I need to get to work!”

Then this thought popped into my head:

“How about just one cup of coffee today?”

Horrors! Who suggested that?!

Now I really do try to limit myself to only two real cups most days, but I enjoy those two real cups. I’ve tried substituting tea, but it just isn’t the same. Tea is heated, flavored water. Coffee is a creamy, smooth, warm and soothing experience—a pleasant way to wake up each day. And, though I hate to admit it, without those two cups I have a headache by 9, am grouchy by 10, and am looking for a place to take a nap by noon. They’re just two cups, but they are two cups. One is not enough for any day.

My mind made the connection; I recognized my true need. As soon as that first cup of coffee was ready, I settled onto my couch to enjoy time with my Lord . . . and the book of Leviticus (which actually has more to offer than some think). I pray I’ll always anticipate that quiet morning meeting at least as much as I anticipate that first cup of coffee—and may there always be seconds! Half as much is not enough.