A thing at rest tends to remain at rest
It’s hard to wake up. Sleeping to waking is a tough process. Just ask my kid who I wrenched out of bed this morning to make the high school bus. It’s so much easier to stay in bed. Something seems almost to hold us there.
This is a problem, though, for my day. My obligations. My commitments. My deadlines. People are expecting things from me. Something has to give.
God, ever the impster, explained it to me this way yesterday:
This is my water cup sitting on my desk. I had put some water in it. Forgot. Then emptied the contents of my water bottle into it…. So, is it about to spill or is it overflowing with blessings? Panic or Praise? Same cup.
Yesterday, even though very full, found me totally praising God for creating water molecules with surface tension. Really astounding, that property of water. To be able to hold tightly with unseen forces.
Often, I fear the spillage or the leakage or the siphoning off. I’m cautious about my blessings after all. Wouldn’t want to waste them or mishandle them. So, I expect, more than I should, I hoard them. Hold tightly and refuse to let go. Kind of like I hold onto sleep. It feels so good.
What if I trusted the surface tension? To allow me to pour what needs pouring? To let the blessings flow smoothly? That does, however, require tipping or, in this case, required slurping 🙂
What a simple instruction God has for me today. I have filled your cup to overflowing and yet it does not spill. Praise God for the surface tension He is in my life. The force that holds it all together. Fullness is functional, then. So is pouring. Water, after all, does take the shape of its container.
No worries. I know what holds it together. That’s what gives it its shape.
Enough resting. Best get moving. Got a day to pour myself into.