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What's In Your Cup?

As I was grabbing for a cup to pour a late night cup of coffee my mind began pouring thoughts in my heart. I realized this had become a movement that was so natural I didn't even think about it any more. I have only been drinking coffee for a couple of years. It's something that I greatly enjoy. There is something special about sharing coffee with my husband. It's a tender moment of us coming together to chat about anything and everything or to just sit quiet next to one another in thought. 

But as I was pouring into my cup it came to me just how often I go through the motions without thought. Without care. Without a sweetness of joy. 

I no longer just want to pour my morning coffee. I want to smell the fresh beans. I want to take a moment and enjoy grabbing my favorite cup. As I pour coffee for my husband I want to settle in for a sweet time. To see his smile. To hear him say, "Thanks", as I cuddle in next to him. I want to hear every word he shares. 

How could pouring into my cup bring me such new thoughts? I have a Savior who wants me to enjoy life. He wants me to savor each moment. Good or bad, easy or difficult. I am to take away from each movement something that is hidden away just for those who want to live in the moment. This kind of joy can't be seen in a hurried morning. 

As I place my dishes in the sink and wash over the sweet potatoes still stuck I don't want to rush. This is a time for me to feel the warmth of the water. To remember Jesus washes me. Every moment is priceless. Each moment can bring us such sweetness like never before if we just stop rushing and ponder. 

I see my granddaughter and grandson as they play outdoors. They notice everything from the smallest ladybug to the biggest tree in the yard. They see their swing in the backyard like it's the first time every time. When does our wonder leave us? More importantly, why do we allow it to leave? We need wonder. Wonder brings us to worship. 

I no longer want to go through the motions. I hear the Lord speak and say, "Notice Me". He is in everything. Everything points to our Savior. I can worship as I pour my coffee. As I sit on the couch and watch the snow fall I can worship in wonderment of the beauty before my eyes. 

I want to notice the big and small. I don't want to just live for the next moment or what big plans I have on Saturday night. I want to live in my Monday morning. I want to soak up goodness as I change the quilts on the beds, as I clean the wood floors, as I make lunch. I want nothing to go to waste. We wait for Sunday to attend church. Why? We can attend church every moment of our day. Church is worship. Church is living Jesus. We allow our moments to pass by without thought. 

We pass by people without looking them in the eye. We no longer greet people with a smile. How many opportunities to bless others do we allow to pass us by? We live hurried lives. We move through our day with an attitude that if we don't get everything checked off our list the day is not productive. There is success in stillness. 

See, I don't want to get to the end of my life and look back wishing I would have noticed more and loved more. I want to soak in every moment. I want to feel. How often do we go through our day completely numb to everything around us? 

When we live in the moment we worship in a new way. We are present. We show up with gratitude and a humble heart, awaiting God to pour into us. This is the moment I want to live in. So, I ask the question, "What's in your cup?" 

“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.” 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

“All that is important is this one moment in movement. Make the moment important, vital, and worth living. Do not let it slip away unnoticed and unused.” 
Martha Graham


Beth said…
I found you through Tyndale's list of book reviewers and fell in love with your writing, shared the one about women "Maybe We're Not So Different After All" on my FB wall and then nodded my head through the next two or three posts. Thank you for being a blessing, Robin!
Robin Prater said…
Beth, what a blessing your words have been to me today. Thank you for sharing.

May you have a blessed Merry Christmas :)

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