The empty cup

As per habit of mine, each morning when I get up I go through this routine that I have come to enjoy. After waking from sleep, I rise and go downstairs to where my dogs eagerly greet me. With their wagging of tails, and bouncing about my feet, I smile. After a few minutes of pet appreciation I let them out to do their business. I find they are always so happy to see me. Those adorable pets of mine greet each new day with such enthusiasm and excitement.  Their zeal for life often reminds me of the blessing of life, what it is to walk in the land of the living, in the current minute, observing and appreciating the moment. Just to take a moment and be thankful, to practice having a grateful heart.

When my dogs return inside the house, I feed them and the proceed to make my self a cup of coffee. With my coffee in hand I go outside and sit on the bench in the backyard.

 Now here's the point.

This morning when I stepped outside and beheld the day it was absolutely stunning to behold. The warm colors of fall greeted me with an array of colors.  Red, yellow, green and orange leaves where  being illuminated by the raising of the sun. It was glowing outside! Multi-colored warmth flooded my soul! I immediately thought "How good Yahweh is!". I walked to the bench and sat down. I proceeded to drink my coffee, as the minutes passed my mind began to think on the possible events that could occur this day and how my heavenly father had already given me everything I needed for this day even before  the day had officially started for me. "His mercies are new every morning, how great is his faithfulness! I was so thankful to be experiencing this moment in time connecting with my Creator.

Then all went silent. The birds stopped singing, and the wind stopped blowing. The moment was prefect. I felt like I was suspended there for a few second in time. I thought of what it meant to appreciate what I have been given.

I reached for my cup of coffee and brought it to my lips;  anticipating the sensation of the smell of the nutty fragrance that would delight my nose. Of the taste and the perfect amount of sweetness because of the honey I added.I was looking forward to warmth of the mug in my hand. I could already imagine the satisfaction I would experience as I drank my coffee. Deep in thought, I brought the cup to my lips but the cup was empty! In that second, right then and there I realize that there was no more coffee in my cup and I felt a deep feeling of disappointment. The cup was empty.  Well, I look at the cup and sat it down alongside of me on the bench. I looked up at the sky. I looked at the trees, and then I took the time to notice one again, to observe the beauty that was all around me. I looked back down at the empty cup in my hand.  I heard my Heavenly Father say in my spirit. "My cup will never run dry". Then I remember a Bible verse I once read in the Book of Lamentations.

  "It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassion's fail not.They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.

Yes, I was gently reminded this morning of the love of God and how each day is a new day full of his unending grace and mercy that he has extended to me and to you. Everything we need and could ever want is found in him. He is "I AM". He is that cup that never runs dry.