“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows. Surely goodness and loving kindness will follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.” Psalm 23:4-6
It was another everyday run using my “Bloodhound characteristics” of a heightened sense of sight. And wouldn’t you know my eyes locked onto a large red object a ways down in the middle of the road. It definitely didn’t belong.
My curiosity was on overdrive-a toy, a candle, possibly a frisbee? Not sure. But when you have been running for miles and are looking to God to speak to you through any means, you question every strange object in your path.
And so it was with this red. Ahead of me. I was ready for the extremely profound upcoming moment.
I reached touching distance. And low and behold, it was. A red. plastic. cup. Hmmm. Not quite the thrilling, spiritual awakening moment this turned out to be.
But it was as if I was running in slow motion as I passed the cup. Something in me was compelled to pick it up. Examine it further. But I didn’t.
And then I changed my mind. I decided to turn around and get it. If nothing else, it was cluttering up the street and needed to be put in the garbage. (On a good day you will catch me doing a “keep the earth clean” act. I also figured this was also a positive rolemodeling story to tell my girls.)
As I picked up the cup I noticed it was broken almost in half on the backside. (I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised that a plastic cup in the middle of the road had been run over.)
And it was then that I actually did get that spiritual awakening moment.
I realized I was somehow relating with this cup. The cup was broken. Overlooked by most. Didn’t belong. Ran over. In the middle of the path. Alone on the road. And So. Am. I.
My real deal:
- I have difficulty saying “I was wrong and I’m sorry” to my husband-Broken.
- I was turned down by publisher’s and agents in my writing-Overlooked.
- I struggle with home decor/organization and am surrounded by friends and family who all should write books on the subject-Don’t belong.
- I am running a marathon without a clue of how/if I can finish-Ran over.
- I have seen God’s faithfulness in the past and stand on His faithfulness for my future, but feel to be in this middle journey of questions, waiting and unknowns-In the middle of the path.
- I am maneuvering this writing and speaking thing without a buddy beside me-Alone on the road.
But God sees me. And He sees you too. Right where we are. Cracks and all. In the awkward place we are in on the road of life. In all our insecurities and inabilities. And He shed His blood for us so we wouldn’t have to. His red covers all our broken red cup places. What love!
He picks us up. Carrying our broken selves. With the end result being a mended red cup. Restored. Filled up with joy and hope. Filled up and actually overflowing with His living waters.
And then without us doing a thing. Overflow happens. His love and compassion spills out of us onto a world in need.
So let us broken red cups unite! May we be filled with thankfulness for His unconditional love today. And may we always remember His plan for us is good. His plan for us involves reliance on His strength. His plan is about the giving of our whole lives to Him. Cracks and all.
© 2012 Standing on Peace