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.