Fancy a Cuppa?

The other day I discovered something quite surprising: a nice cup of tea is actually, well, nice. I had noooo idea, as I've been heartily convinced for most of my life that I hate tea and that drinking a whole cup of it would be tantamount to torture. Therefore, I've spent the last many months politely refusing all six million cups of tea that have been offered to me. How very foolish I was, how very foolish. You see, the other day, for reasons still unbeknownst to me (divine intervention?), I made a cup for a friend and thought, "well, why not?" And then something extraordinary happened: by the time I got to the bottom of the cup I felt so refreshed and calmed and I adamantly repented of my previous wayward aversion to tea. (btw, tea with sugar (my sole experience of tea) = disugusting; tea with a bit of milk and no sugar = cup of wonder.)



I always wondered what it is with the British and tea. Now I get it. There's something so comforting about it. I've needed quite a lot of it lately, comfort that is, and in the last week I've averaged about three cups of it a day. It helps. It's been a hard few weeks with so much on my plate at work (the affect of sabbatical on those who are left behind), and not knowing what to do with my life, etc. I need to write a bible study lesson on the Holy Spirit just now, and I find it quite difficult to teach about something that I know in my head far more than I am currently feeling or experiencing. So, I'm taking a break to have a cup of tea and put something on my blog, and relax. It seems that God sent me the gift of tea at just the right time.

Maybe one day I'll discover that I love coffee, but I'm pretty sure I'll always think it tastes like dirty water. But, that aside, I encourage everyone to re-try something this week that you've always thought you hated; maybe you'll be pleasantly surprised. Or maybe not (I recently tried to eat carrots again; sick, sick, sick).