I don’t mean to be, I just am. Between trying to limit my caffeine and sugar intake… it just happens that way. Even when I try to order something simple, I can’t seem to do it right. Here are my drinks.
Americano, decaf, iced, with room… I’ve learned not to order this at the starbucks drive through, because it’s just too much for them when I ask them to add splenda and milk.
Recently they’ve added the double shot to the menu, which is essentially the Americano with milk and classic syrup (aka sugar). This makes my order a little easier, but I’m still throwing in the decaf, and the splenda instead of the sugar.
I’ve been known to order a white chocolate mocha, but decaf and with half of the normal amount of syrup.
I also tried ordering an iced Americano (decaf of course) once, and asked them to put in the sugar free mocha syrup and a splash of skim milk. They were baffled…
Even when it’s not a coffee drink… Until recently, I couldn’t order a peach tea at sonic without having to repeat myself several times. I couldn’t figure out what was so difficult about peach tea. I’ve recently discovered that I need to throw the word “iced” in there. Apparently if I ask for a peach iced tea, they know exactly what I’m talking about, but just peach tea, and they are clueless.
My recent joy, in the life of a complicated drink orderer is McDonalds. Yes, McDonalds… why? because when I pull through the drive through and ask for a large tea, half sweet, half unsweet, it doesn’t phase them. They know exactly what I mean, and I get exactly what I wanted. Pretty cool. So although I’m not a fan of McDonald’s food so much, when it comes to ordering a drink there… I’m lovin’ it.
I’m out in the middle of a nowhere wilderness… my compass is broken, and I just realized that the map I created for myself in loo of the broken compass is entirely inaccurate.
Or at least that’s how I’ve felt lately. Isn’t it strange how we want to cling to our own map, even though it’s not accurate?
So starting yesterday… I’m trying to trust God more, and focus on the 3 feet in front of me, and what I’m supposed to do, where I’m supposed to go in that 3 feet.
By your words I can see where I’m going; they throw a beam of light on my dark path. ~Psalm 119:105, MSG
Yes, I’d like a map, or a new compass. Quite honestly it seems like a better way. But the Bible says it’s not, so I guess I need to suck it up and go with that.
I’ve committed myself and I’ll never turn back from living by your righteous order. Everything’s falling apart on me, put me together again with your Word. Festoon me with your finest sayings, teach me your holy rules. My life is as close as my own hands, but I don’t forget what you have revealed. The wicked do their best to throw me off track, but I don’t swerve an inch from your course. I inherited your book on living; it’s mine forever— what a gift! And how happy it makes me! I concentrate on doing exactly what you say— I always have and always will. ~Psalm 119:106-112, MSG
But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit. ~Jeremiah 17:7-8, NIV
I really really want to be that tree. It sounds so nice, so sure. I want to not flinch at hard times, or fear, and I want to know how to find water through my deep roots in a time of drought, so that the drought doesn’t phase me. The thing is, the tree didn’t just get that way over night. It was a growing process. A process of daily deepening it’s roots little by little. Don’t quote me on this, but I’m pretty sure a tree never stops growing.
So I guess I have some work to do if I want to be that tree.