Good morning!
Welcome to your morning coffee! May our Heavenly Father hold us still on the inside today. Father, stop us, still us, and speak to us today. Help us to see the true reality of each of our situations. The details of our days may differ, Father, but we, your children, are all filled with your Spirit, filled to overflowing. Help us to accept and embrace your deep, abiding, abundant blessings. Father, in the name of your son Jesus, and by the power of the Spirit, help us to live as those filled to overflowing by your love, that we might praise you and share you regardless of our situation! Thank you Father!
Your Morning Song: "Fill My Cup" by Andrew Ripp
Your Morning Scripture: Psalm 23:5b
...you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
If God's love for us was a physical sort of thing, like water or wine, and we had a cup which we longed for him to fill, our cups would be forever overflowing.
And yet...
Why do we so often live as if our cups are empty? How quickly our hearts twist and turn against the reality of God's loving Spirit poured out on and into our lives. We claim "wilderness" and struggle to pray and weakly worry at our inner burdens as a child with a scab.
If my heart was such a thing as to be filled, what would it be like if God filled it to overflowing?
What situation in life could overwhelm God's love flowing into and out of my heart?
My body aches and I
just can't seem to get a good night's sleep.
My heart overflows.
My check engine light is on.
Again.
My heart overflows.
My children take everything I have
and never seem to give.
My heart overflows.
My wife is in so much pain
and I am powerless to take it away.
My heart overflows.
My life is wracked with grief.
My heart overflows.
My days blur into barren,
automated monotony.
My heart overflows.
My childhood dreams lay undone,
old blankets come apart at the seams.
My heart overflows.
My chemo treatments
are getting harder to smile through.
My heart overflows.
Whatever our situation, our suffering, our struggle, our sorrow, our striving, our strangled cry, God pours his Spirit out on us, into us, and miracles overflow into heavenly fruit.
How deeply wonder-full God is! Not that he keeps us from any struggle, or suffering, or strife, but that he steps into all of it with us, and fills us up. So that even as the days are long and hard, and the years fearfully short, my heart overflows. And it is well with my overflowing soul.
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