Healing Cups

Sometimes a cup is a cup.  But sometimes, if you are really blessed, a cup is a story.  It is bravery making “what ifs” into “what is”. It is courage in facing some demons.  It is guilt shed and seeds blooming.  It is water for thirsty children in Africa.  I am so blessed to have four such cups.  Cups that will hold water and coffee and tea but even more, joy and remembrance of chances taken and gifts shared.  These cups are the perfume poured out on the feet of Jesus.  God delights in these cups, gifts used to heal the world. I delight in my friend who created them.

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