Hello November! I love the Fall season and look forward to Thanksgiving each year. Before October had ended, both of our girls were asking about and looking forward to starting our Gratitude tags. Score one for a new family tradition that seems to have taken root. This is our third year with the gratitude project and so far, everybody has contributed something every day! That is one of those things that 'fills my cup!'
I have been reading lately about having a cup filled to overflowing. In the book, Traveling Light Max Lucado explains it this way:
"Hosts in the ancient East used to use it as a powerful symbol to send a message to their guests. As long as the cup was kept full, the guest knew he was welcome. But when the cup sat empty, the host was hinting that the hour was late. On those occasions, however, when the host really enjoyed the company of the person, he filled the cup to overflowing. He didn't stop when the wine reached the rim; he kept pouring until the liquid ran over the edge of the cup and down on the table."
I love that word picture! I keep thinking about how I can reenact this for my family at the Thanksgiving table. Would we notice if our table was wet? Wouldn't my family be utterly shocked for me to keep pouring the sparkling cider that we celebrate with at Thanksgiving until it ran out of their glasses and onto the table settings? I haven't yet figured out a way to do it, but I want to! What a powerful way to get their attention and share the message of an overflowing cup. What a memorable way to communicate our love to our family. How many times do we tell our loved ones, "I want you to stay!" "I love being with you!" "I want to spend more time with you!"
Then, my heart turns to look at my life. Have I noticed that the table is wet? Have I taken note of the new mercies that are available every morning of my life? Have I seen the overflowing grace that God and others have extended to me? Have I understood the forgiveness and compassion that has been made available to me? Have I given thanks today for the most basic of provisions… a home to live in, food on the table, a blanket or coat to keep me warm, family and friends to love me? Indeed, my cups overflows!
If that is true, then shouldn't my heart overflow with gratitude? Shouldn't I stop comparing or complaining? My heart screams, "YES!" So, I endeavor to enter into this Thanksgiving season with gratefulness, not just for the cup, but for the contents; not just for enough, but for the extra. As a reminder to myself, I think I'm going to start carrying around a sponge. Hopefully that will remind me to see the spillover not as a mess, but as a blessing. I want to absorb it all, knowing it is God's way of inviting me to stay longer. This month, I encourage you to do the same!
Counting My Blessings With You,