Interesting thing happened the other morning. I got a LARGE 20 oz. cup of coffee at a coffee place I like to stop at maybe once every couple weeks. No – I don’t drink Starbucks..don’t like ‘em, never have. Well I needed to go to Krogers to pick up a couple things..so I took my HOT cup of coffee and was about to grab a cart when my arm and hand was suddenly on fire.
I looked down to find my hand and the floor covered in coffee – oh maybe about 15 oz worth. The bottom of the cup had simply dropped out and was hanging there. Well fortunately Seth wasn’t by my side as he normally would be any other day and Thank you Lord that I wasn’t driving..OUCH!
Now how’s this for irony… I hadn’t even had my coffee yet when I was thrust into this situation to deal with…:-) it was everywhere but IN ME!
No one was around..no rags..no mops..no help..no nothing! No one even to say to them ..”Did this really just happen?????..did you see that???” Just a mess and nothing to do about it.
No I didnt squeeze the cup with my steel like grip! The lid would have popped off first and it would have come out the top not the bottom so don’t blame me! I could barely hold it anyway it was so hot..let alone squeeze it tightly.
Well, I wasn’t badly burned…stung for a day or two. The coffee place responded to my email sharing my story with them and gave me a nice gift card. So it all worked out and is funny now. But I am very carefulwhen I’m holding a hot cup of coffee since then and i check underneath to see the quality of workmanship that was used to seal the bottom rim of the cup.
I was musing on this and thought … life turns that quickly/suddenly like that. Everything is going okay… your easing into your day or maybe ending a day and you get a phone call..an email or someone at home shares something. Then suddenly the bottom drops out. Your instantly forced to deal with issues and situations you never saw coming.
Happens alot when you have kids and it especially happens when you are involved in ministry..pastoring. I could go into a lot of different analogies here but I want to keep it simple as the thought came to me. Isn’t it awesome to have God at those times? Wouldn’t it be terrible and empty…helpless to be on your own? To look around as I did in the store and find no one to help or even share it with. No one to laugh or cry with? When the bottom falls out – God is there to talk and walk you through it. Its never easy but man…I can’t imagine not having Him in those times.
