The "T" of our Day
Blessed are those who trust in the Lord.
The steam rolls off my tea. Condensation of the divine treat bubbles agains the soft green ceramic. (Okay the image is red ceramic, but imagine it's green.)
How does the Lord warm you? Does He fill you full of rolling warmth through out your body. Or is it luke warm, constantly having to be reheated?
It's lush scent fills my senses as the bag floats on top of the murkey liquid. I trust the ingredients combined in the little bag are blended together to make this rich blend. How do I trust that the Lord combined the 'just right' ingredients for me?
For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. 14 I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;[b] Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well.
Wonderfully made, this bit of heaven in my cup, just as I was-said the Lord.
When I trust his wonder and glory is that not the relationship he wants every moment, even if it's seen in a cup of tea. My tea bag floats and is held against the side of the cup with a string, just in case it decides to slide loose for one reason or the other. Sometimes the bag hits the bottom and I stir its essence about it's holding. It eventually comes up for air and floats once more.
God's stirring. He knows we'll come up for air and see his holy breath wafting from the cup which runs over. He places strings of faith all around us for security, but it is trust that even without the string it is He who lifts us up and we float-not hitting the bottom, not stuck in one spot, but floating and filling up with the richness of Him.
God Bless your day!