This isn’t a story about Starbucks but what I need to share, you will most certainly relate. We all want Easy.

It’s been a few months now, since I’ve been to Starbucks. My daughter and I would almost daily make a pitstop there on our way to her school every morning. Very rarely do I get myself anything but this day, Olivia got her usual (a toasted plain bagel with cream cheese and a venti mango dragonfruit lemonade) and then I got a tall café mocha no whip. We get to the drive through window and they say “it’s going to ask you a question” as he gives me the card swiper – I’m thinking really?? Why can’t you say what it is? Already I’m annoyed, again. This is something that I have struggled with ever since Covid it seems, everywhere there’s an ‘opportunity’ to leave a tip. But a tip for what? Clearly it’s been an ongoing heart issue for me and I’d love to be done with Starbucks. But this day I was more irritated than usual and didn’t want to “answer the question” at all. I wish “the question” wasn’t there. And why is it that the cashier can’t say what it really is? So in my foolishness, I drop my card on the ground in between the car and the window. I was like “you have got to be kidding me.” I couldn’t open my door so I had to pull all the way up, get out of my car, walk back and pick up my credit card in embarrassment, as many people were in the drive thru line waiting. I tried to blame the cashier, but I couldn’t, my heart wouldn’t let me (I knew my issue). We were already late for school and before we even ordered I knew I had to hustle so I could make it on time for Olivia. Olivia looks at me as we pull away from the Starbucks “you okay mom?” My response could have easily been “yes” but that would have been a lie. So I paused and said The Truth “no, I have a problem Olivia, I’m am very annoyed right now.” Then as I’m trying to hustle out of the parking lot, a disheveled man comes out of nowhere and is walking slowly and walks right in front of my car. I had to slow down and stop, then I hear Him. “Get out of yourself and give this man your café mocha.” What? The Spirit whispers again “Give him your drink.” Oh for The Love of Jesus. So I roll down my window and say “Excuse me sir (he turns his head and has a kind face), I believe this drink is yours. Jesus Loves You.” He replies, thank you so much ma’am.

What a blessing for me more! That The Spirit would interrupt my foolishness for His Glory. What happened next was the enemy whispered to me attempting to have his way. “Did you do that out of guilt?” ? Are you kidding me, absolutely not! The Spirit of The Living God was after my foolish heart In Love. Not in guilt that’s for sure. Get behind me and quick mocking me. That was it.

Later, in telling this humiliating, a seemingly and rather ridiculous story to a couple people, I was encouraged to “get the App” then I don’t have to worry about the tip part. In which another replied “if these are the stories God gives you out of not having the App then I wouldn’t get the App. I said, you are absolutely right, He is Glorified in our weakness. I’m not getting the App. End of story.

Jesus is Everything. Thank you for the drink that You gave so that I could give it to another.