I advise you now, as my reader that this post may seem a bit silly to some. However, I feel led to share it. A few months ago I finally kicked the can sort of speak my addiction to drinking Monster Energy Drinks. See, years ago I stopped drinking them after I had an experience that simply told me I had a problem. I was on a crowded train one morning on my way to work. I had decided to close my eyes for the span of time it usually took me to commute from the DeKalb Avenue stop in Brooklyn to my final destination W 34th Street in Midtown on the Q train; when suddenly I heard the sound of a can being opened. The source of the sound was coming from a young man sitting directly across from me. Without opening my eyes or even raising my head, I said out loud (so only I could hear it) “Mmm… I think that is a green Monster.” To confirm my suspicion I quickly glanced across the car and low and behold it was a green Monster in his hands.
At that moment, I was disgusted with myself. I knew I had a problem. I then vowed that I would never drink another can. Fast forwarding about 3 years later, I somehow convinced myself that drinking just one Monster would not be so severe; however, once that liquid hit the back of my throat I was hooked. I began my two cans a day habit less than a week later. This time though I decided I would start drinking the light version that had no sugar or calories. See, I had become resistant to its effects. I wasn’t drinking Monster for the extra peep; I just liked the taste of it.
Well, after relocating to Texas earlier this year. My husband jokingly called me out on my addiction one night after a midnight run to the grocery store. Our plan had not been to pick up Monsters, but somehow I ended up with two cans in my bag. Not be labeled as an “Addict” I kicked the habit for good this time, with the Lord’s help. Now, I have claimed my deliverance from coffee. The only time I have drunk it in the last couple of months is when we go out. I have not purchased it to prepare at home.
However, this afternoon I showed a bit of weakness. The Coach (what I affectionately call my husband) phoned me from the grocery store and asked if I needed anything. I reluctantly said coffee after listing other items… Like almond milk and cabbage. I even told him that I was trying not to buy it because I wanted to be delivered from it. He told me though if I genuinely wanted it he would purchase it for me. So I caved in and said yes please buy some. Well, when he got home, and after we sat down for a late lunch… I started the kettle up, was happy even because I was about to make myself some coffee.
He had put the groceries away himself, so I began looking in the cabinet frantically for the coffee than in the pantry closet. In both places, I couldn’t locate the coffee. At this point, I had to ask him… ‘Babe, where is the coffee?’ He answered me so sweetly. “I didn’t get it. I am sorry; I was so concerned about the Almond Milk. However, I think that was God trying to tell me. That girl doesn’t need any coffee.” Immediately I gave him a sideway glance and then had to laugh at myself and agree. God was still looking out for me. I have been delivered!
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