I have a series, a child-series, inside of me. I put down notes on occasion. What if God forgot to make ________? Then I fill in the blank with something vital, like chickens. KFC would be KFG, Kentucky Fried Goose. "What comes first, the duck or the egg?" Things like that.

Maybe I'll make an adult version: What if God forgot to make coffee? We'd be drinking tea. Oh, my! (Not that I don't like a good tea on occasion, but mornings would be less stimulating.) I'd miss... No, I'd never miss the deep, rich aroma I never knew, if God forgot to make coffee.

Then again, Jesus went without coffee. He didn't have café stops or a java thermos for his trips. Neither did he have a pillow, he could call his own. Jesus envied the foxes, who had dens.

Back to my child-series.

The best coffee-mornings are the foggy ones or the fresh-snow-on-the-porch ones.

What if God forgot to make water? Well, dad, we couldn't make coffee. ;-) Well, son, we couldn't take hot showers. We couldn't go swimming in the lake. We could still throw rocks in it, but the rocks might all be jagged and not smoothed. Oh yeah, no snow-covered porches, nor fog. Toilets would be made with big, suction air ducts. You'd have to swallow remaining toothpaste. There'd be "No-Fishing" signs everywhere. But. We wouldn't need windshield wipers nor rain coats.

That is how my series would go.

When we begin to highlight all the seemingly tiny things we're taking for granted, only because God didn't forget to put that item on the creation list in the beginning, then we come to appreciate the deep love and wisdom of our Creator, how much care and concern went in for our happiness, like letting us watch happy frogs, jumping and jimmying around in wet puddles.

​8:49 AM, August 28, 2026, Friday.