Guatemala in my cup

I am now sitting comfortably on my couch with my back against three or four pillows of my wife's making. Beside me sits the wonderfully rich cup of Guatemalan coffee on which I have been sipping. And within me rests a deep-seated joy.

I have just eaten one of the best meals in my short 22 years of life. WOW. I came home tonight to the smell of quartered, butter-herb red potatoes cooked in one of the cast iron skillets Emily got this Christmas (boy do I benefit from that gift). While I was reading God's Word tonight, she finished up supper by grilling some fresh salmon she found on sale at the grocery store (she actually had it cut and then skinned it herself) and then cooking up some buttered green beans. On my plate at the table I found half a lemon from which I was to squeeze juice all over the beans, potatoes and fish. I was blown away. I got seconds and then some. It was certainly one of the best meals I have ever eaten, and my dear little wife was the chef. This was the first time she has used the cast iron skillet given to us by her parents and the really neat herb-chopping knife from Alaska given to us by Roy (I think that I had that up as a decoration, but it is apparently really sharp; who knew?). To top it all off, after I got up and took out the trash, she pulled freshly baked ginger bread out of the oven and starting heating up some apple cider with mulling spices. WHAT A WOMAN! WHAT A WIFE! If she did nothing else but cook like this and read her Bible and pray, I think I would be happy (ok, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but not much).

I am so amazingly content. And thank the Lord for Guatemalan coffee. It is my new favorite.