Fried Chicken and a Latte??

So, I was thinking about blogs today.  I read Derek Gillette's blog faithfully and always learn something from it.  So I was thinking, "maybe I should start my own blog".  Then I thought, "wait, what makes ME so important that people would want to hear my jumbled thoughts?!"  So I prayed about it and decided that I might have something to contribute to the world after all.

The name may seem a bit strange.  I will explain.  Other than my parents, the most important people in the world to me are my church family.  I went through a period last summer where I was really doubting the legitimacy of their love and the authenticity of who they were.  That was until the day of the fried chicken and latte.   I had hurt my back while working for a coffee shop and couldn't really leave my house much.  One day my pastor and his wife (Benji and Abbi) came to visit me.  They brought me some fried chicken and a vanilla latte.  I thought that if someone knows me well enough to bring such random and heart-warming presents, I may as well love them back.  That same day they prayed for me and my back was completely healed. 

My first thought to share was while I was praying this morning at work.  Jesus began to talk to me about coffee cups.  My boss got me this cool coffee cup that has my name on it and my strengths listed.  But it's the shape of the cup that I like.  It has a spiffy handle and the lid offers spill-free drinking for me.  I began to think of the years of coffee cups I have experienced.  I have dealt with:
-The "dribble no matter how hard you try not to" cup
-The "always burn myself somehow" cup
-The "this cup is so big my coffee is cold before I finish" cup
-The "leaking cup that always leaves a ring on the table" cup

All of these cups have annoyed me greatly.  I love my coffee, although my dad tells me to stop drinking it.  But without the right container, the coffee is far less enjoyable.  I feel like this has been my history with Jesus.  I always was trying to be a different container for his presence.  I saw what other people were doing and tried so hard to be like them.  All this left me was a leaky, sticky, dribbling container that never felt good enough.  But lately, God has been showing me who I really am.  He showed me a picture this morning of who I am in terms of His coffee cup.

I saw a picture of Jesus sitting in a big comfy chair sipping from the perfect cup, his scarred hands wrapped around it's wonderful shape.  He told me that I am the perfect container for His presence. Even though I may not be like anyone else, I am perfect in my ability to contain and share His presence with those who are thirsty around me for more of Him.  It may sound silly, but it means the world to me.  Now if only the rest of my life could become spill-proof.