Today I was driving to an appointment. A truck loaded with large teacups, came driving alongside me. Every day I’m inspired by something I see whether it be the grasshopper on my window, the birds outside, a bug on my wall or Ollie my dog. So I’m wondering to myself if these cups have some kind of message for me to write about. As I drive along nothing comes to me, so I brush it off.
Then a half-hour later as I’m on my way home, the same truck load of cups came driving past me again. Ok I thought is this one of those synchronicity moments, I mean what are the chances that we would meet again within the same time-line going in the opposite direction.
What is it about these cups? My mind starts to spin as I begin to envisioning them filled to the brim with tea splashing about as they ride a top the truck. They’re not the cups from My Little Tea Pot…no…but there’s something about the splish and splash I envision, and bingo it hits me. “I am the cup, and the tea is the grace that fills me up. It is true. I’ve been feeling blessed lately. I think about how few the moments are that we experience such grace that we want to wallow in the glory of it as long as we can. “My cup Runneth over,” as the Psalmist said. I don’t want to see any of it splash away. Or as Anne Morrow Lindbergh said so eloquently “let no one come near…I pray in sudden panic…I might spill myself away.”