A very fond memory from early childhood was being at my grandmothers house. In the afternoon we would sit down at the table and have a cup of coffee. The cups were not simply placed on a table but in matching saucers. I don’t know why, but when she poured the coffee, she always poured more than the cup would hold. The coffee would run down the sides of the cup into the saucer. It’s probably not proper etiquette, but when we finished with the contents of the cup, we always drank from the saucer as well.
Every time I read the Psalmist’s words, “My cup overflows,” that is the image that comes to mind.

I’m afraid that in todays’ world, that is not a phrase that we identify with very often. The news media is constantly reminding us of what is wrong with the world and how we should be afraid. We are bombarded with negativity and constantly reminded of how we are being “short-changed”. There are certainly a whole host of things that we could think on to depress us. I certainly deal with them every week and I know I don’t have to convince you.

That’s why “My cup overflows”, is such a memorable statement. It gets my attention. Last week I overheard a young lady respond to “How are you doing?” with “I am blessed.” Memorable, don’t you think. Answers like, “better and better”, “awesome”, “couldn’t be better” are all head turners. They cause people to think. They are reminders to us all that our cup is surely overflowing Try singing that song, “Count Your Blessings”, and put it into practice and, if you give it even 10% effort, you’ll be considerably amazed.

Yea, my blessings have certainly spilled over into the saucer. I close with this poem to that effect.