My Cup


I have a teacup collection. That’s a funny thing to collect when you realize that I have been a coffee drinking woman all my adult life. I really only drink tea when I’m sick. That’s pretty much the only time that coffee does not taste good to me.

My collection of teacups is displayed in a cabinet in my dining room. I have dainty little teacups with flowers on them. Some were given to me by students that I’ve taught through the years, while others were purchased by my own children when they were younger. They are so very pretty.


My coffee cups are not as pretty. Some now have chips around the edges because of my constant use. The nicer ones have verses on them. True coffee drinkers also have their heavy-duty mugs that are able to hold much, so I’ve got those too.

God says that we are each assigned a portion in life. He fills our cup or our portion with what He determines best. Jesus himself prayed “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” Luke 22:42

I don’t know all that my life will hold. I know I desire to accept my portion and let God infuse me with His strength. I don’t want to take the cup and smash it and try to control or manipulate life by myself. I’d rather be infused with His strength.

I was able to witness this in action last night.

My three old grandson was “over the moon” with excitement that his uncle was coming to play and then spend the night at his house. His uncle did come and play, but as the day grew into evening his uncle did not feel well. We all sat down to dinner and my daughter tried to gently explain that her brother (the boys uncle) would not be spending the night after all. He would have to reschedule because he was not feeling well.

Now I don’t want you to think I have perfect grandchildren, because I don’t. There is no such thing!

But I did watch as his little eyes took in this new information. His “cup” that he had anticipated was now changing. Disappointment was at hand. Would there be tears? Would there be a smashing of a cup?

I watched him take in the new information. His little eyes did well up with tears, but the words that came out of his mouth put every adult at the table to shame.

He nodded his head and said, “well, let me pray for you”.


I hadn’t thought to do that!  I hadn’t offered that!

It took a 3 year old at the brink of disappointment to stop me in my tracks!

As the tea bag seeps into the boiling water it becomes stronger in taste.

As I spend quality and quantity of time in God’s Word, His Word also seeps into my spirit and transforms me. The more time I spend, the more I am transformed.

I am thankful for “my cup” that God has placed in my life. I wouldn’t want to trade places with anyone else, ever. He is my portion and my cup.


May He be yours and may you be filled and running over! May He use you to encourage and bless others too.


Psalm 16:5

“Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure”

Mark 14:36

“Abba Father, he said, everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet, not what I will but what you will.”


2 thoughts on “My Cup

  1. Hi! Loved your latest post. I remember a sermon I heard a long time ago about an artist who was painting a picture of the Last Supper. He had painted the chalice in such a way that it became the focal point of the picture. When he showed his painting to others, everybody commented on the chalice. He became concerned that the ‘cup’ was being looked at more than the Savior. He repainted the scene changing the appearance of the cup in such a way that it blended in with the other things on the table and JESUS became the focal point. I’ve never forgotten that example. May my ‘cup’ and all that is in it reflect my Lord most of all! Love you!


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