Raising My Cup Anyway

I sometimes wonder about that line in Psalm 23.

“You anoint my head with oil…………………my cup overflows.”

What if the overflowing hurts?

What if all that pours out over the edges isn’t pretty?

Sometimes the cup we lift to praise Him isn’t raised in laughter.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s the raising of the cup……………


in spite of

………that keeps us feasting at His table even when we feel like anything but a treasured guest.

 Maybe what keeps us firmly seated with Him is the ability to see that in the sloshing out of all things good and bad He is still faithful

Not answering every question.

Not providing an easy escape plan.

He is still faithful.

I continue to learn that sometimes my cup overflows with good and beautiful things.

I look to the sunrise with excitement and great anticipation.

I laugh.

I love.

I celebrate.

But sometimes I find myself holding a cup that overflows with other kinds of things.

Things that keep me up at night.

Things that make me question everything and everyone around me.

Things that hurt.

I want to raise my cup to Him no matter what spills out.

One thought on “Raising My Cup Anyway

  1. When I think of this verse I see God’s love pouring over us and cleansing our hearts. The stuff that comes our of our cups isn’t always the pure oil that He has poured on our heads. I may be polluted with the stuff we allow into our lives. We can only allow others to indulge in the purity of what we’ve been receiving when we accept ONLY what He pours out. Due to our sinful nature, that’s difficult most of the time.
    I think this video is a good visual of that. http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=W67PGLNX