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The Heart of the Matter— The Styrofoam Cup Pt. 2

#TheFathersHeart_The Heart of the Matter—Listening to Psalmist Raine “Altar” Pt. 2

Singing *Fill my cup Lord. I lift it up Lord…* in my best Cece Winans voice. (I only know ONE who would appreciate this…maybe 3 lol)

I was lifting my cup to the Father. My Styrofoam cup.

Styrofoam is light. Not a lot of weight so it CAN be lifted pretty easily…that’s a plus. It keeps things fairly fresh for a little bit of time as well! Styrofoam when used in packaging  (popcorn…a different form of styrofoam) can take the shock during the transportation and shipping of fragile deliveries.

But one hit to a Styrofoam CUP and it’s done! It can’t be used again. It’s pretty resistant to tape. (Trust me, I know, taught children’s ministry for a few years 🙄🤣 “….Sister Valerie, I need another cup!” After seeing rat like teeth marks! 😂) There is no putting back together.

So here I was lifting my Styrofoam cup (my heart) easily because I was open; no barriers or protection…I just needed something.

“Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.”

Psalms 23:5 KJV

I was sitting at a table BUT this wasn’t THEE table or feast meant for me! It was for those that hurt me! It felt like they were eating! I was starving…I was thirsty! Annnnnd wasn’t no coconut oil in my hair! (I was natural then too!) My curls wasn’t poppin’! No moisture! I didn’t feel refreshed.  Annnnnnd when I examined my own Styrofoam cup, I had seen that it had taken a good beaten’ 🙁 There was no overflowing of His blessings! I was leaking! I was stuck in a cycle of broken hearts; pure emptiness! I started on a mission to…

-Change MY cup-

I remember being in my dorm room praying and crying at night to be delivered and healed from these cycles of men who I so carelessly let have my heart. And definitely by this time, my body.

I grew hard! Numb. Even so, that my goal was to hurt those who hurt me and not care ONE lick, but guess what!? Yoooooou riiiiiight! That was stupid and didn’t work at all! Like I said before, these holes and voids grew deeper and wider each year. And with each man.

I went to church, sought counsel when needed, and just kept it moving.

There was a message preached one Sunday morning…well afternoon because we were starting at noon at that time. {Nope, don’t ask me what it was exactly about} but whatever it was it moved me to the altar. I was broken and needed a change…an invasion…a more sturdy cup. More like hmmm…maybe clay!

Clay is from the earth. How ironic eh? It is more durable than styrofoam but still can be broken, yet it isn’t as resistant as styrofoam when it comes to putting it back together! (if you didn’t catch that theeeen EXIT this NOW!)

So there I was, on the altar…tears flowing! I was next to be prayed for. My First Lady (affectionately called Mama D) whispered In my ear and said “You will have to learn yourself all over again!” …I will probably remember those words forever because I Literally heard JESUS!

I never experienced what happened next in my life! That’s how I know it was real! God! My Father…Purged me of everything I held on up to that point! I was being made free. My Heart was experiencing a rest it never experienced before! I was changing cups! Material! Matter! My heart burned because of something different, not because of hate but Love! Pure love! My innocence restored! And in fact this WAS true:

“Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.” Psalms 23:5 KJV

My cup changed to clay, it was more durable…and it did fill up with water that overflowed!

I was able to pour out and serve. God fills us up! With what you ask:

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Gal 5:22-23

There is no law: meaning there is no limit as to how much we are filled with as well as to how much we can give because of that overflow! The only leaks we should want to experience is because of the overflow! NOT because of leaks and cracks.

Did I experience more heart breaks, yes! Was I perfect? Sure lol! A PERFECT mess! Have I been tired. YES! But what’s different now? MATERIAL…and He now has free range to do with me as He chooses because I have experienced something fresh and crave to be right in His sight. So whenever It ‘s needed:

Isaiah 64:8 And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand.

I’ve been several different shapes of pots but always the same clay!

Jeremiah 18:1-3 The Message (MSG)

 1-2 God told Jeremiah, “Up on your feet! Go to the potter’s house. When you get there, I’ll tell you what I have to say.”

3-4 So I went to the potter’s house, and sure enough, the potter was there, working away at his wheel. Whenever the pot the potter was working on turned out badly, as sometimes happens when you are working with clay, the potter would simply start over and use the same clay to make another pot.

And just as in the beginning when He made man, we are all still dust…still needing to be shaped! Worked out! Kneaded! He uses His hands; big and strong enough to rescue us from our mess, yet gentle enough to mold us back together.

We have to let him heal us, and put us back together. We have to examine our own heart at times before pointing out the heart of another Because in our broken heartedness we can actually cause damage.

I imagine the liquid used to make us pliable again is His oil. But His tears too. A Real daddy does  not like to see His children or loved ones in pain or near death.

John 11:35 “Jesus Wept”

Pause for a moment! Stop your day now. CLOSE YOUR EYES. Feel the breaks. The pieces of your heart that are right on the edge of meeting the ground. See the missing pieces. He has found them! His hand is near and all He’s brought with Him is fresh oil and tears for His daughter of Zion and His son of the Most High. You’re still pliable.

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