Sometimes people aren’t quite sure what I’m doing. I’ll be moving back and forth through the house without sitting down, or I’ll only sit down for a few seconds and then start moving again. When I’m on a mission I rarely explain why I suddenly leave the room. It makes it difficult for people to predict where I’m going to be sitting when I finally do settle down.
But there’s an easy way to tell where I intend on spending my time when I finally sit down for a rest – it’s wherever I rest my cup.
I’ve always got a drink with me – whether it’s coke, water, or some other kind of drink that’s foreign to me. I get dry throats easily so I’ve always got a drink ready for me, even when I’m not thirsty. I guess it’s my version of a safety blanket. I would never intentionally be away from my drink for long, so if I’ve put my cup down somewhere, you can be sure that that’s where I intend to spend most of my time, even if I’m moving around a lot. No matter where I go or for how long I will always be drawn back to where my cup rests.
I may leave the room now and then because I’m restless, or distracted, but if my cup is there, you can be sure that that’s where I intend to rest, that’s where I intend to stay, that’s where my heart is.
Jesus, my cup is with you.
I love this post, bro. As I think on it, I realize that many times during our visits to your place, your cup rests in the room that we’re in. That just makes me happy.