which never fails to lead me into a beautiful conflict of emotions as i process exactly how excited i am to drink the cup of Christ's reflection and calling....and by excited i often mean terrified, resistant, doubtful...and ready.
i had them write and share their thoughts on "what is my cup here in kolkata..." and so, i also share with you my own thoughts, staring into my own haunting cup full of joy and sorrow.
love.
it covers a multitude.
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Pour me another glass of wine, please.
Somedays I’d rather be drunk.
And blur the lines
stumble off to lay aside, plastered reality.
Somedays I’d rather be drunk.
If I’d forget what I know…
This cup of mine.
My familiar friend.
As always, I see its call.
I hold it lovingly, grip in disdain, peer to see the bottom.
Because I know the call of love
And it doesn’t end when comfort concludes.
So again, my cup is asking me…
Who is more important than yourself?
Then go.
And love. And pursue.
And lay down.
Wrap around your cup, and lay down.
May we be revived. Unveiled. Discover ourselves to be a reflection of our Savior.
And to learn how to receive-in the midst of crumbling strength-exposed weakness-and demanding needs. May we look down and see our pleading open palms and recognize communion with Jesus.
Cheers to you all.
My friends.
With cup in hand, let’s lay down.
Somedays I’d rather be drunk.
And blur the lines
stumble off to lay aside, plastered reality.
Somedays I’d rather be drunk.
If I’d forget what I know…
This cup of mine.
My familiar friend.
As always, I see its call.
I hold it lovingly, grip in disdain, peer to see the bottom.
Because I know the call of love
And it doesn’t end when comfort concludes.
So again, my cup is asking me…
Who is more important than yourself?
Then go.
And love. And pursue.
And lay down.
Wrap around your cup, and lay down.
May we be revived. Unveiled. Discover ourselves to be a reflection of our Savior.
And to learn how to receive-in the midst of crumbling strength-exposed weakness-and demanding needs. May we look down and see our pleading open palms and recognize communion with Jesus.
Cheers to you all.
My friends.
With cup in hand, let’s lay down.
3 comments:
Thanks for sharing your thoughts Beth! Your gift of articulation and honesty is beautiful - you do well at letting myself and others have a glimpse into what it is you are called to. Thanks! I love reading your words!
Love you! Hilary
wonderful.
beth, i am really pumped when i saw you had a blog. i loved reading it and looking forward to future writings....
josh
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