As I sat there enjoying my warm coffee and listening to Melvin's dad start into another story, I couldn't help but think about the process of making coffee. Back at my house, I could have simply put some grounds into a filter, thrown some water into the machine, and flicked on a button. Five minutes later, a pot of black coffee would be waiting for me. Here, the process had taken over an hour and had required more work and attention, yet nobody seemed to be bothered by the length of time we waited. Somehow, it was as if everybody simply knew that making coffee was about more than just the end product, it was about enjoying the process. It was about sharing time with people, sharing stories, and enjoying the smell of the coffee brewing on the open fire.
While waiting for a cup of coffee seems like such an insignificant event, it was a personal reminder for me that God works through the processes of life. That he is refining me, molding me, and shaping me through the process of life. That finished products don't happen overnight but are fashioned over time. That God is forming me perfectly and that I am to take joy in that. He desires that I would be joyful as I hang out with friends, enjoy the beauty of this country, and watch as women's businesses grow and provide abudantly. He desires that I would be joyful as I spend 20 hours trying to get internet at my house (doesn't mean you can't get upset), take a man to the hospital after a motorcycle accident, and as I struggle to clearly communicate important details during a bank meeting. May each of you continue to find joy in the processes of life, whether good or bad, as God continues to form us into his likeness.