Desperate times call for...

desperate measures. Yesterday morning I was one desperate gal. On Saturday, I accidentally smashed the second coffee pot in under six months. When the first one fell to shards, I investigated buying a whole new coffee maker but frugality screamed, "No!" Especially loud when I found the exact pot to work as a replacement for a whole $12.

Before finding said replacement, my husband, who is a genius of the fix its, took the lid from the shattered pot and quite adeptly balanced the lid against two knives on top of a large pyrex measuring bowl. This ingenious rigging tricked the coffee maker into believing that the real pot was underneath and so in dripped the soothing java.

However, when this second one found its demise yet again at my hands, I irritably discarded the whole thing, even the lid. So the next morning when my twitching for caffeine began, I asked husband to re-rig the trick. He looked for the lid. It was gone. In yesterday's trash. I immediately began scheming for how I was going to be able to make it to Starbucks before the twitching interfered with my driving.

Husband, not at all daunted by my latest fiasco, took a toothpick and jammed it into the whamblooey with the spring thingy that tells the coffee maker brain to drip java. Hooray! It worked! Husband was well rewarded.

Fast forward to this morning when I asked him to do the java juice magic again. He was running late for work so he quickly explained the technique. I was only half-listening, because my brain turns off during technical explanations. Consequently, when I tried to make coffee I realized that the drip, drip, drip wasn't occurring as smoothly as the day previous. I had jammed the toothpick in the whamblooey apparently without the same prowess as husband. I took a second toothpick and tried to jam it in too. The result was that as long as I held the toothpick there, the coffee dripped and dropped. When I let go, the dripping and dropping stopped.

I was desperate. So I stood there and proceeded to strangely "milk" the coffee maker of its dark delight. I'd jam the toothpick, coffee would come. I'd let go because it was HOT, and the dark delight would stop. I determinedly milked that coffee maker of every possible drop. The reward was probably the best cup of coffee I've ever made.

When you desire something strongly enough, you will figure out how to get it. You will set your priorities and schedule in such a way that you acquire the object of your desire. You can think that you do not have time for a deliberate plan of Bible study, but if you want His wisdom strongly enough, you will reset your priorities and schedule to make it happen.

Without coffee, I know myself to be a cranky, irritable person. I will even "milk" a coffee maker to fill my mug. Without God's Word, I know myself to be self-centered and lacking in faith to perform His call on my life. I desire the pure milk of His word to invigorate my heart and life, to establish in full the best eternal reward of a life that glorifies Him.

Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good. 1 Peter 2:2-3