“Even now,” declares the LORD, “return to me with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning.” Rend your heart and not your garments. Return to the Lord your God, for He is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and He relents from sending calamity.” Joel 2:12-13
after my surgery, from the recovery room onto my hospital bed where my kind kabayan nurses gently laid me, my anaesthesia started to wear out. the images were still a blur. i could hear them vaguely, but the tone of their voices were clear. they were amazed at how i could still smile despite the pain.
it was not an inherent trait of mine. i was a cry-baby. as a girl, i was impossibly stubborn that my pout has been my trademark long before angelina jolie became mrs. smith. then as a teener, my temper kinda mellowed when i began to read about personality development books. that was when i learned that a smile matters. that it could actually set the mood for the day. and that the smile that you give away is contagious. and it is free.
practice makes perfect. now, even when i cry i still have that tendency to smile when someone else sees me. smiles lighten burdens, hide the pain, ease suffering. now even when trouble is way over my head, or when longing for my children almost kills me, no one would ever know. because if there is anything else that i don’t ever run out of – guess what else? smile, smile and some more…
among many things that could bring a smile to my face, a cup of coffee is definitely on the list. or should i say, cups of coffee. i love coffee so much, that it is what i gave up this season of lent. since ash wednesday, i tried my darn best to refrain from having my usual early morning cup, as well as the other cups throughout the day, and that final cup just right before i sleep at nights.
the best part of the coffee ritual for me is after i stir it. that is when the aroma and the flavor is at its peak, it almost takes over my senses.
so do i miss my coffee cups? yes i do! yet i still manage to smile. because the Lord never runs out of ‘sugar’ and ‘cream’ to pour on my cup of life. He also continuously stirs my heart, to prevent complacency from setting in.
my coffee sacrifice is nothing compared to the Lord’s sacrifice when He gave us his life for the forgiveness of our sins. as i feel the pain from the consequences of my own sins, i surrender my cup of life to Him with complete trust and utter submission.
for as long as i live, i know He will go on stirring my cup. but i won’t mind. the Lord blessed me with a venti 🙂