Fathering in Faith

As many of you know, I’m a little obsessed with coffee. I roast coffee as a small business as well. One of the things a coffee roaster should do is try his own roasts to test quality and let people know what tasting notes they might encounter when they enjoy a cup from the same roast.

Sometimes nailing down what notes I’m tasting just escapes me. “Is that a berry note?” “Is that floral or earthy?” “Is that dark chocolate or smokey?” In the end though, some days I can figure it out and some days I can’t.

Because I often live in that world, when I started roasting coffee again after everything, I had a lot of lyrics come to my mind so I wrote a song.

Here it is (you can also find on Facebook and Instagram):

Sipping on my coffee

Like I’m sipping on my grief

There seems to be a new flavor

Every single week

Sometimes you read the tasting notes on the bag

But when you sip the coffee

You can’t pick out anything

You ask me how I’m feeling

And I don’t really know

So I’ll just sit here sipping

And when I know I’ll know

I hope you understand

That I don’t understand

But for now I’ll keep on sipping

Sipping on my grief

Today it’s anger

And tomorrow the notes change

Thursday it is sorrow

And Friday it’s the same

I wish I could taste each time

But I just go blank

But I’ll keep on sipping

And take it day by day