my cup overfloweth
Sorry I am lame, and waited over a month to write another post. I mean, I only had one more person nag me about not writing, but it was enough motivation to make me write another post.
Life has been great this summer. Busy, but great. Been working more at legal, which is nice, because that brings in the money. Connect group is incredible. Couldn’t have asked for any other amazing people to share life with every Tuesday evening. And of course, there’s Summit. My internship has been such a huge blessing. A blessing that is so overwhelming that I haven’t been able to sit down and comprehend all the great things that have come from it. For example, today was an all-staff meeting and we all had to go around and say what God is currently teaching us. Shoot. I could’ve talked for a long time (and poor Kailey gets to hear me word vomit every Wednesday about that…) but I kept it simple for everyone else. The first thing I said though was that my cup is overwhelming.
Now, let me go on a side note please, because Psalm 23 is wonderful, and quite possibly my favorite Psalm, mainly, because I had to memorize it as a kindergardener. AND last summer in SL, this sassy girl, Adamsay, repeated the chapter back to me without even looking at it! So great. Anyways, I heard the meaning behind verse 5 - ‘my cup overflows’ from a sermon: Apparentally, back in Bible times, when people had company over they would prepare them a table with yummy food and a cup of some drank. They’d talk, chit chat, catch up on how their donkeys were doing, or if the local shop had a sale on new sandals. The usual. Well, after some time, it was up to the host if they wanted to further on the great conversation or kick them out so they could go to bed. They would do this by filling up their glass. If they filled it up half way, it was a clear sign that they wanted to rap up the convo, but if the glass was full, then rock on. Keep the par-tay going. Well, in Psalm 23, we see how David’s heart feels when He is with Jesus. His heart is overflowing.
Man, what a thought. Jesus wants to spend time with us. He never gets bored with us. He WANTS us to talk to Him. Not out of obligation or shame or guilt, but because He cares for us and loves us and wants nothing but the best for us. Good stuff.
Well, on a side note. I’m re-learning how to play my ukulele. I’ll keep you posted on that process ;-)

