Wednesday, August 31, 2011
What's in your cup?
"LORD, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. I will praise the LORD, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I keep my eyes always on the LORD. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken." Psalm 16:5-8
What's your cup full of today? Is it full and overflowing with salvation or does it feel like it's filled to overflowing with stuff you never asked for? Stuff you never wanted. The cup was passed around the table and you wanted so desperately to say, "No, thank you," but you didn't because you knew no one else would drink it. Hopefully, you looked around for someone to share it, but everyone had disappeared.
You do anything you can to make it sweeter, you smile and say, "It's not so bad."
We all have our cups. Some drink deep from the cup of bitterness and resentment. They have drank from it for so long they have even acquired a taste for it. Some try to help them, even try to take it away, but they wrestle it back. They like their cup just the way it is.
Sometimes I don't like some of the things floating around in my cup. I know that even though I am holding the cup of salvation, I put other things in there that don't belong. I hate floaters.
I strain it, but there are still some there. There's nothing else I can do but throw it out and start over, for "What shall I return to the LORD for all his goodness to me? I will lift up the cup of salvation and call on the name of the LORD."
I remember that awful cup you drank for me so that I wouldn't have to.
And I lift my hands to grasp my cup of Salvation once again. Suddenly my little cup is one I can drink, for you have infused it with Your Life. I can drink this and get true refreshment.
Not only that, I know that I never have to drink alone again.
Though circumstances haven't changed, what I'm drinking has.
"You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows." Psalm 23:5