Your cup will overflow again

Lately when I intercede for others in prayer, I see an image of a cup that is overflowing.

My cup.

It’s not that I’m not utterly spent most evenings as I crawl into bed, or that my to-do list is finally manageable, or that all of my relationships are where I want them to be.

A tiny part of me doesn’t even want to see the overflow, to be honest.

I have spent so many seasons of life in struggle. Sometimes it’s easier to live in a surviving-my-blessings state of mind than it is to actively receive abundance.

Because the Lord knows I’m still so, so tired.

And because there is responsibility there. There is an extra call to look outside of ourselves, to pay attention to a wider circle of souls around us and to be intentional about listening to the promptings of the Holy Spirit about how to love them well.

The other day, I felt convicted to offer my commute home to the Lord, and I started interceding for the people on my prayer list.

There is so much heartbreak, sickness, and hidden suffering sitting in traffic beside you, in the pew in front of you, on the bleachers behind you.

And that’s just the people I personally know.

I saw an overflowing cup in my mind’s eye that day, and on the way home I knocked and knocked at the door for these dear ones. I let my heart hurt with His just a little more, for them.

Because Scripture says that God will provide abundantly for every good work, but I know what it’s like to straight-up tell God you honestly don’t feel a bit of it.

I know what it’s like to stand in line at Communion and take the chalice of the Precious Blood and wonder if everyone can tell you are fighting back tears as you give your will and your trust to the Lord while receiving Him in faith.

I know how life can feel like you’re just surviving from sleep to sleep, not feeling like you have enough of anything for anything.

I know about putting one step in front of the other and praying myself to sleep every night telling God that I believe I will see His goodness in the land of the living.

I also know what it feels like to realize I’m not in Survival Mode for the first time in forever.

And I know what it feels like to realize I am being called to be Simon for someone else for the first time in a long time.

For you dear ones reading this, your cup will overflow again one day.

All things pass away.

God never changes.

Whether your cup is bitter, or empty or overflowing with joy, you will not be able to give more of yourself in faith to God in any season than God gives of Himself to you.

I think that one day we’ll sit over tea and scones in Heaven and swap stories of God’s mercies in every season of our time here on earth. And we will praise Him together because every story will illustrate the fact that He wasted nothing and gave everything.