Mamma's Teacup

Mamma’s Teacup

The cup is a part of a set dishes Mom received as a Christmas present. The brown cup with the light brown border grew to be her mug of choice. She was a tea drinker. One of my dearest childhood memories is being awakened in the morning seeing Mom standing beside my bed with her favorite cup in hand. As the years passed the cup continued to be her favorite cup for tea. I asked her why she liked the particular cup over the other cups she had accumulated through the years of housekeeping.
“It keeps the water hot.” She would tell me in no nonsense way.
The debilitating disease of Alzheimer began to take away her abilities in the early “90’s. I had to sit back and watch as the disease took away my Mom, a loving caring individual, deteriorate into a shell of what she had once been. As the deterioration continued the ability to sequence the tasks to make tea was gone. Although the ability was gone, she learned how to get her tea. She would go to the cupboard get the cup and take the cup to Dad.
It was sad to watch, but at the same time-precious.
One Sunday as I awakened I looked on my nightstand and saw my Bible. I reached for it picked it up and let it open. The pages fell open to Psalm 23. Verse 5. Thou preparest a table for me in the presence of mine enemies, thou anointeth my head with oil: my cup runneth over. (Psalm 23:5 KJV). The recorded words of the 23rd Psalm has been in my heart since I was five. I can recite it, I’ve read it, heard it used numerous times for the text for sermons.
That morning I saw Verse 5 in a brand new way. Like Mom, we know what we want, but due to circumstances beyond our control the ability to get it is gone.Just as Mom would know how to get her tea, we can do the same with our heavenly Father.
Reach down in the cupboard of your heart, get your cup, and take it to Him and let him fill it.