"My Cup Runneth Over"

This morning I was sitting here looking out the window, thinking about how many things I have to be thankful for. It seems much more than gratitude, more than a single word could define.

Maybe its hormonal, but at times I feel so flooded with emotion when I think about how blessed I feel, that a tear will fall...not a sad tear but it is more like my cup is running over. That thought alone sent me to the scriptures, so thankful once again that throughout my childhood I was MADE to memorize scripture as those verses come back to me, embedded into my brain and just when the moment is right, they are on my lips again. I don't seem to memorize scriptures much any more, somewhere along the way I decided that memorization was too hard and I gave up on it. Pretty lame excuse. Lots of folks have the 23rd psalm memorized because it speaks to just about everyone on some level. We have been in the shadow of death, I have. Most of us have been before unkind people that kind of feel like an enemy and we want to have a shepherd that will lead us and care for us so that we WANT for nothing. Today, I can relate to the part about, "my cup runneth over", because I feel that even to the deepest part of my being.

Psalm 23
1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.