Mamma's Tea Cup

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over. Psalm 23:5 (KJV)

The cup comes from a set of dishes Mom received as a Christmas present. The brown cup with the light brown border grew to be her mug of choice. She was a tea drinker. One of my dearest childhood memories is awaking in the morning and seeing Mom standing beside my bed with her favorite cup in hand. As the years passed, the cup continued to be her favorite cup for tea. I asked her why she liked that particular cup over the other cups she had accumulated through the years of housekeeping.

“It keeps the water hot,” she would tell me in a no-nonsense way.

The debilitating disease of Alzheimer’s began to take away her abilities in the early ‘90s. I had to sit back and watch as the disease took away my Mom, a loving, caring individual – now deteriorating into a shell of what she had once been.

As the deterioration continued, the ability to sequence the tasks to make tea disappeared. Although the ability was gone, she learned how to get her tea. She would go to the cupboard, get the cup and take the cup to Dad.

It was sad to watch, but it was precious at the same time.

One Sunday as I awakened, I looked on my nightstand and saw my Bible. I reached for it, picked it up and let it open.

The pages turned to Psalm 23, verse 5: Thou preparest a table for me in the presence of mine enemies, thou anointeth my head with oil: my cup runneth over. The recorded words of the 23rd Psalm have been in my heart since I was five. I can recite it; I’ve read it; I’ve heard it used numerous times for the text of sermons.

That morning I saw verse five in a brand-new way. Like Mom, we know what we want, but due to circumstances beyond our control, the ability to get it is gone.

Just as Mom would know how to get her tea, we can do the same with our heavenly Father. Reach down in the cupboard of your heart, get your cup and take it to Him and let Him fill it.

Lord, may I always look to You when I feel empty, knowing my source is in You.

By Donna (Ohio)