To Rest, Taste, Restore

I hit the summer and heard: Rest.

I hit Madison and realized: I am so, freaking, tired.

When I woke one morning to find a rainy windy view from my window, I threw out my plans to explore local coffee shops 

and ordered myself up some breakfast in bed.

How could this deliciousness not restore me?

I climbed into that coziness,

drizzled syrup over these lemon blueberry babies,

indulged even, in maple whipped cream.

I took my time, and tasted every bite.

I gathered the coffee to myself,

and reflected deeply with the Lord.

Taste and see that the Lord is good;

Blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.

~Psalm 34:8