When it comes to coffee drinking, I’m a lightweight. Between a temperamental stomach and nerves that kickback 12 hours post-sip, it’s better that coffee and I enjoy each other in small installments. Costa Rica produces some of the best liquid caffeine in the world, though. So I feel obligated do my part and drink in the delicious culture.
At the local Chinese import store, I found some sweet little cups that are a great fit for my dainty joe capacity. But filled with compassion for friends who come over for cafecito, I also bought an extra-grande mug—the kind you instinctively hold with two hands.
Seeing them hang side by side like David and Goliath makes me smile. And gets me thinking. For some things, small cups can be a blessing. It’s good to have limits on what can turn from a blessing into a curse if taken in the wrong quantities. Cheetos, for example. Or television. Perhaps shopping purchases. Fill in your own blank. Small cups can help us keep things in perspective.
But what size cup do I have offered up to the Lord? I confess that sometimes in this busy season I feel full with a shot of devotion reading before classes, a squirt of bible time during lunch, and a measure of family prayers at bedtime. Or maybe it’s just my day that feels full. My heart definitely isn’t. The schedule holds out a dainty espresso cup while my spirit sighs over the slosh in the bottom of the empty decanter.
And I’m reminded again that if I get everything done, but have not love, I gain nothing. Flawless Spanish + Balanced Checkbook + Clean House – Love = 0. I don’t know how to walk this out perfectly, but I’m going to keep trying. I’m going to pay attention to my empty places and invite the Lord in to fill them. I’m going to make space to be with Him and trust for His grace over the rest of the To Do List.
I stand before you, busted by my own sentences. One of the fullest weeks yet has just drawn to a close. We did all kinds of assignments, spent half a day in the bureaucratic jungle to get our Costa Rican driver’s licenses, and shared a bible story (with a minimum of 23 required grammar elements) in 20 minutes of Spanish for a language exam. Lots of boxes successfully checked. But even as I chatted about idiomatic phrases with the friendly faces on my language route, I knew I was running on empty.
Thank goodness for the new mercy of this morning. Praise God that He is a well that never runs dry. I hold up my cup again, and He is ready to fill it. When it comes to relationship with Jesus, I want the extra-grande.
This is what the Sovereign Lord,
the Holy One of Israel, says:
“Only in returning to me
and resting in me will you be saved.
In quietness and confidence is your strength.” Isaiah 30: 15a