The cup you drink from matters. We all have favorite cups. Some are special because they are gifts from people we love. They are a part of a relationship and/or a memory.
When Mama died, one of my cousins presented a tea basket of comfort and joy. Mama and her Dad (Uncle Lee) loved drinking tea together and talking about the Bible. Every time I use that large, big handled teacup. I think of here, the sentiment, and them sipping tea in Heaven in the presence of their Lord. Yes, one teacup has that kind of power. (Love you, Angie.)
I love any cup that allows me to grip with three or four fingers. For me, it adds to the pleasure. Weird? Maybe, but try it. Genetic gifted me with Grandma Mable's large hands. A dainty handle has never been my comfort. A large handle means I can easily wrap my hands around the warm cup in the morning.
I've recently discovered Polish Pottery and there are some soup cups with the coolest large loop handles. They look more like a ladle than a bowl. It is art and practical... if a little on the pricey side.
My tall, pink Longaberger mug is a favorite. It keeps me praying for those waking the path with breast cancer. My Sister-in-Love, Jennifer, hooked me on that mug and forgave me when I accidently broke one of hers. Thank goodness E-bay has everything to replace hers... and one for me, too.
My little brother, Matt, picked up a large hot pink water water cup in St. Thomas that makes me smile every time I see it. The man has been surrounded by women for most of his life. It holds equal parts of fun memories and water. No one steals his cup.
The Love of My Life took a liking to a special elephant cup that was gifted to me by my scrapbooking friend, Kathy. We met through an online group, but the friendship is real. When she learned Randy would steal my cup, she sent him a lion mug that is identical, except the image. My elephant says "One step at a time" and his lion says "It's hard being king." We had the best time when she came for a real life visit. We think of her almost daily.
The cup you drink from matters.
This post made me think of the time Jesus prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane before he was taken to be crucified.
“Father, if you are willing, please take this cup of suffering away from me. Yet I want your will to be done, not mine.” -Luke 22:42
Not every cup is a favorite. Some have a purpose. Some contain what is necessary and not what is desired.
Today, I am grateful for my favorite cups.
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