Yesterday, I had a different experience. At the new church I've been attending, they offer hot beverages - and while usually only a "social" tea drinker, coming in from the bitter cold I welcomed having a steaming cup of tea to warm my hands.
As I joined in the worship time, my hands stayed wrapped around this fount of warmth, and taking the occasional sip I felt my whole body warming up. Singing words of seeking God and surrendering to God felt different from this posture - my hands were folded and still, but also open to receive and be filled. It felt as if I was offering something of myself up to God, and God was filling me in all parts of my being; symbolized by the warmth spreading throughout my body.
This gave me pause because for the first time in a long time I truly felt like I was being poured into, that I was receiving the spiritual nourishment that I hadn't even realized I'd been missing. But with a mug in my hands, I recognized that - and I was grateful.
This gave me pause because for the first time in a long time I truly felt like I was being poured into, that I was receiving the spiritual nourishment that I hadn't even realized I'd been missing. But with a mug in my hands, I recognized that - and I was grateful.
What my hands probably looked like... Courtesy of Beauty Haven |
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