With a Cup and a Sword
I have many cups, many swords. I need at least one of each to get through my days. My cups come in the form of the dark, rich elixir known as coffee. I like to grind it, press it, and it’s always best if shared with a friend. Psalm 16:5 says, the Lord is my chosen portion and my cup…” and I try to live each day in the fullness of that. My sword is truth to the lies, doubts, and discouragement I hear in my head about myself and my abilities, and it’s and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, where Ephesians 6 beautifully shows us details in the armor of God. So, for me, each day is a gift and I want to make the most of it. Sometimes, though, it’s a fight, and I have to fight back. And I do. With a Cup and a Sword.
I can and do enjoy just about anything, want to learn everything, and am still trying to figure out how to get more out of 24 hours. I’ve lived in the south, the west coast, and now in the middle of the US with Wayne, a man I’m still crazy about. I’m Mom to two grown kids and Oma to the two sweetest little boys ever. I’m a cook, a seamstress, crafter, a not-master gardener, a large dog and chicken lover, a traveler, a Jesus follower, a home blogger, and I’m surrounded by ridiculously funny and talented family and friends who make me better than I really am. God has plopped me smack dab in the middle of a great life and this is my adventure. How lucky am I? Mucho lucky.