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As many of you know we’ve been having Radio Revival on WKKS. Our
listeners call in and participate with us in many ways. This story was faxed
to us during the Revival. Take a few moments. Reflect on the deeper
issues of life. As Eddy Arnold used to sing “Make the World Go Away...
and get it off my shoulders.”
In this all too busy world we need to simply stop at times. We need to
stop, take a few deep breaths and, so to speak, allow all our senses to
stop circling inside our skulls. Then in the quiet that follows, take a
simple look at some truth and feel deeply inside our souls. Donna Faye
Jones Caudill shares a story that will gather such a truth.
The cup is a part of a set dishes Mom received as a Christmas present.
The brown cup with the light
brown border grew to be her mug of choice. She was a tea drinker.
One of my dearest childhood memories is being awakened in the
morning seeing Mom standing
beside my bed with her favorite cup in hand.
As the years passed, the cup continued to be her favorite cup for tea. I
asked her why she liked the
particular cup over the other cups she had accumulated through the
years of housekeeping.
"It keeps the water hot," she would tell me in no nonsense way.
The debilitating disease of Alzheimer began to take away her abilities in
the early 90s. I had to sit back
and watch as the disease took away my Mom, a loving caring individual,
deteriorate into a shell of what
she had once been.
As the deterioration continued the ability to sequence the tasks to make
tea was gone. Although the
ability was gone, she learned how to get her tea. She would go to the
cupboard, get the cup and take
the cup to Dad.
It was sad to watch, but at the same time -- precious.
One Sunday as I awakened I looked on my nightstand and saw my Bible. I
reached for it picked it up and
let it open.
The pages turned to Psalm 23, Verse 5: "Thou preparest a table for me in
the presence of mine
enemies, thou anointeth my head with oil: my cup runneth over." (Psalm
23:5 KJV).
The recorded words of the 23rd Psalm has been in my heart since I was
five. I can recite it, I've read it,
heard it used numerous times for the text for sermons.
That morning I saw Verse 5 in a brand new way. Like Mom, we know what
we want, but due to
circumstances beyond our control the ability to get it is gone.
Just as Mom would know how to get her tea, we can do the same with our
Heavenly Father.
Reach down in the cupboard of your heart, get your cup, and take it to
Him and let him fill it.
Donna Faye Jones Caudill of Mansfield, Ohio, was a resident of
Vanceburg from 1952-1967. She is the
daughter of Charles and Mildred McCane Jones and granddaughter of W.
C. and Lula (Richey) Jones and
Phineas McCane and Ethel Hampton. "Mamma's Teacup" has been
published several times via ezines.
Caudill is currently working on a collection of short stories for a book
titled "Tablet of My Heart".
Can you not feel all the rich and real emotion in the room where one who
could do all things of making tea is now limited to just getting the cup
indicating she has a need or desire? Can you not feel the thick emotional
air as the ones who love this woman pain within to see her limitations.
Then, as He so often does, Jesus enters the room through The Word and
in Spirit. We are reminded of the times when we are without the mental or
physical ability to go through a process of life, alone. We simply know we
have a need. We, like the Mother here, reach for our soul’s cup, go to
Jesus and reach it out. He understands our need and desire and fills our
cup.
Thank you Lord. We are blessed!
listeners call in and participate with us in many ways. This story was faxed
to us during the Revival. Take a few moments. Reflect on the deeper
issues of life. As Eddy Arnold used to sing “Make the World Go Away...
and get it off my shoulders.”
In this all too busy world we need to simply stop at times. We need to
stop, take a few deep breaths and, so to speak, allow all our senses to
stop circling inside our skulls. Then in the quiet that follows, take a
simple look at some truth and feel deeply inside our souls. Donna Faye
Jones Caudill shares a story that will gather such a truth.
The cup is a part of a set dishes Mom received as a Christmas present.
The brown cup with the light
brown border grew to be her mug of choice. She was a tea drinker.
One of my dearest childhood memories is being awakened in the
morning seeing Mom standing
beside my bed with her favorite cup in hand.
As the years passed, the cup continued to be her favorite cup for tea. I
asked her why she liked the
particular cup over the other cups she had accumulated through the
years of housekeeping.
"It keeps the water hot," she would tell me in no nonsense way.
The debilitating disease of Alzheimer began to take away her abilities in
the early 90s. I had to sit back
and watch as the disease took away my Mom, a loving caring individual,
deteriorate into a shell of what
she had once been.
As the deterioration continued the ability to sequence the tasks to make
tea was gone. Although the
ability was gone, she learned how to get her tea. She would go to the
cupboard, get the cup and take
the cup to Dad.
It was sad to watch, but at the same time -- precious.
One Sunday as I awakened I looked on my nightstand and saw my Bible. I
reached for it picked it up and
let it open.
The pages turned to Psalm 23, Verse 5: "Thou preparest a table for me in
the presence of mine
enemies, thou anointeth my head with oil: my cup runneth over." (Psalm
23:5 KJV).
The recorded words of the 23rd Psalm has been in my heart since I was
five. I can recite it, I've read it,
heard it used numerous times for the text for sermons.
That morning I saw Verse 5 in a brand new way. Like Mom, we know what
we want, but due to
circumstances beyond our control the ability to get it is gone.
Just as Mom would know how to get her tea, we can do the same with our
Heavenly Father.
Reach down in the cupboard of your heart, get your cup, and take it to
Him and let him fill it.
Donna Faye Jones Caudill of Mansfield, Ohio, was a resident of
Vanceburg from 1952-1967. She is the
daughter of Charles and Mildred McCane Jones and granddaughter of W.
C. and Lula (Richey) Jones and
Phineas McCane and Ethel Hampton. "Mamma's Teacup" has been
published several times via ezines.
Caudill is currently working on a collection of short stories for a book
titled "Tablet of My Heart".
Can you not feel all the rich and real emotion in the room where one who
could do all things of making tea is now limited to just getting the cup
indicating she has a need or desire? Can you not feel the thick emotional
air as the ones who love this woman pain within to see her limitations.
Then, as He so often does, Jesus enters the room through The Word and
in Spirit. We are reminded of the times when we are without the mental or
physical ability to go through a process of life, alone. We simply know we
have a need. We, like the Mother here, reach for our soul’s cup, go to
Jesus and reach it out. He understands our need and desire and fills our
cup.
Thank you Lord. We are blessed!
