A Cup of Warmth and Other Things

I wake in the morning, chilled.

 

My skin covered in goose bumps.

 

Holding onto a hot cup of coffee, sometimes tea, 

 

feeling the warmth of the cup in my cold hands,

 

steam rising onto my cold nose and cheeks

 

is so comforting.

Quiet time with my Lord

 

thanking him for hot cup of liquid

 

warming my face with steam,

 

warming my insides as it slides down my throat,

warmth beginning to flow all over.

 

Beginning eucharisteo for the day

 

thanking my Lord for all, big and small

 

grateful for not only things

 

but for time with Him, King of Kings

 

who wants a relationship with me, little me.

 

Sitting at His feet warms my soul

 

and the goose bumps disappear.

 

Holding the hot cup of drink, eyes closed, communion with Him

 

is an experience like none other.

 

Simple, and yet, profound.

 

It's in this moment of steam and warmth and quiet time

 

that peace invades, fills, and prepares.

 

Reflecting and thanking Him today for. . .

#1931 ~ Hot cafe latte
#1932 ~ steam rising on cold face
#1933 ~ warmth in hands
#1934~ peace invading
#1935 ~ quiet communions
#1936 ~ warm heart
#1937 ~ full circle moments
#1938 ~ rejoicing friends and loved ones
#1939 ~ happy dances
#1940 ~ courage over riding fear
#1941 ~ Yahweh ~ the giver of breath
#1942 ~ breathing in and out
#1943 ~ connecting puzzle pieces
#1944 ~ pictures becoming clearer
#1945 ~ a swelled heart from so much gratefulness


I read somewhere that Yahweh is the name God gave himself. When you say it, it sounds like breath. We breathe because of Yahweh, the giver of breath.

Are you breathing in Yahweh? Do you feel the warmth?
If not, close your eyes, and whisper, breathing in, breathing out.
Yahweh. . .Yahweh. . .Yahweh

What are you thankful for?
Keep whispering. . .to Yahweh.