I have a thing about dishes. Pretty plates, platters and cups call me. For me, garage sales are just lonely piles of abandoned dishware beckoning for a home. Several years ago, my friend Laura gave me this mug as a gift. I've come to realize lately that life is a constant narrative for me. Objects, people, events are all connected in some way in my mind through endless streams of sentences. I could still walk through my home and point out wedding gifts each connected to a full story of people, places and memories. So when Laura handed this little gift to me and my heart smiled each morning when I put my hands around my warm, pretty mug the Spirit whispered, "You know you think of her every time you use her mug, maybe you should pray for her." Ever since then as friends give me mugs or dishes I pray for them as I use their gifts. Sometimes I just see a mug and assign a friend to that mug. Strange, I know but it's amazing how the Lord often reveals throughout the day some of the reason for those morning prayers. Today the random mug that was grabbed was the one that started it all from my dear friend Laura. I also received a text from her today needing prayer as she faces the death of several members of her family. She shared personal burdens of her heart and struggles and concerns for her family members. Hmmm it's almost like her needs of the day and my morning cup of coffee might somehow be orchestrated by a very personal God of a vast and amazing world. Lord, please remind me to lift up those that you've placed in my life when you bring their name and faces to my mind, even if it's just something as simple as a cup of coffee.
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