I like to carry a perfect cup of happiness blended with joy. But sometimes I take a sip of insecurities mixed with fear. And I wonder who served it to me. Was it a phantom from my past? Was it the unknown from my future? Either way, I dump it out only to wash it down the drain and fill my cup again.
What's in your cup?
"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
3 weeks ago
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