Mug Fetish

"I better get busy." I say

"Have you  blogged?", says Stone.

"Oh, that's right, it's Monday!" 

"Yep."

"I really should fill up a bag first!"

Snicker...from the young man.

He is my motivator and I am thrilled. 
I scanned my brain to locate an area that I could quickly de-clutter. As I snuggled on the couch with mug in hand, my brain took me to a collection.

It seems I have a thing with mugs. I like sayings on them or one of the newest ones for Stone; can be written upon.  I also like the mug where I can fit my fingers into the side to warm them up.  Tall mugs, short mugs, inspirational mugs, cute mugs...all kinds of mugs.  

Because this is a fetish I share with my son, my heart and brain will not let me purge mugs. Each mug has a memory.  Here we go...emotional attachment to stuff. Oh boy!  We have a cupboard in our lower level summer kitchen where we store the over flow and can regularly rotate as we see fit. Is this the way we justify it?  My heart likes it because it is something I share with my second born.

Long story short, I don't have a bag to report.  Summer has me out of the mode and it's ok.  It's too much fun being outside in the nice weather as we have so few months to enjoy the green trees and grass, flowers and rocking chairs on the deck.

All the mugs are safe and sound in one cupboard or another for now...

Mugs made me think of liquid containers mentioned in the Bible...the word that came to mind was pots.

 

2 Corinthians 4:7-9 The Message

If you only look at us, you might well miss the brightness. We carry this precious Message around in the unadorned clay pots of our ordinary lives. That’s to prevent anyone from confusing God’s incomparable power with us. As it is, there’s not much chance of that. You know for yourselves that we’re not much to look at. We’ve been surrounded and battered by troubles, but we’re not demoralized; we’re not sure what to do, but we know that God knows what to do; we’ve been spiritually terrorized, but God hasn’t left our side; we’ve been thrown down, but we haven’t broken. 

You know, when tears come to my eyes as I read a scripture...I know, it's meant for me in this moment.  

I shake my head, still, when these truths are alerted to me through my sitting down to write. 

God hasn't left our side. God knows what to do.

Even when we feel; surrounded, battered, spiritually terrorized, thrown down, perplexed, afflicted, persecuted, embarrassed, cramped, oppressed (other versions included).

We carry Him.  His power with us.

Even with tired, seemingly broken down pots...it's His light that shines through. 

 Imagine yourself like the photo above. Ask Him to take over. It's not your light that needs to shine out of the clay pot...it's His.

Blessings my friends,

Amy