Drinking From A Venti Cup

I always order a Grande drink at Starbucks. In a Venti cup.

Grande in a Venti cup?

If I order my Grande, extra hot drink in a Venti cup, then it won't overspill from out of the little sipping hole as I'm bopping along pushing a stroller, or hit a post-winter Midwest pothole, or jump with surprise at the "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" ringtone on my cell phone that starts blaring. At the library.

A Venti cup can contain my Grande drink. No matter what the circumstance.

Or, so I thought.

I was driving down the new highway that sits behind my house the other day and pondering some seemingly unwelcome events of that day. My Venti cup full of Grande deliciousness was happily tucked into my minivan's cupholder. And it started spilling out. Splashing the stereo buttons. Decorating the carpet. And, polka-dotting my white capri pants.

I quickly grabbed my cup. And began to laugh.

Because my stroller bopping, cell phone surprising, pothole proof plan had failed. My trusty Venti cup just couldn't contain all of that goodness. Even on the smoothness of a newly paved highway.

And, so it is living life with Jesus.

I travel down life's proverbial highway, drinking from the cup that the One who made and loves me has given, and it is bursting with beauty and goodness and worth. With blessings so abundant that even my attempts to control them are in vain.

Today's road may be a newly paved highway, or a pothole laden parking lot, but one thing remains sure. My cup is overflowing. My Venti sized, given to me by my Savior cup.

And sometimes, I need a coffee stain on my crisp, white pants to help me remember that.

You prepare a feast for me
in the presence of my enemies.
You honor me by anointing my head with oil.
My cup overflows with blessings.
..................................... Psalm 23:5