What Fills Your Cup?

I know that many of you think that you have the greatest husband in the world but I have to admit hands down mine is the best! Along with all the wonderful ways that he takes care of me he also makes me a cup of coffee every morning. That's where this story comes in. Early in our marriage for reasons I cannot imagine, Jason did not find it important to use a clean coffee cup. I would always ask if it was a clean mug. Sometimes he would wash it, sometimes he would rinse it and sometimes he would pour the coffee right into the dirty mug. But always he would answer, "of course I washed it." So way back when we only had four kids, under the age of seven, we were rushing out the door in the early morning to go to church. I was piling the kids into the car when Jason brought me my coffee. I asked the usual question, "did you wash the mug?" And he responded, "of course!" We climb into the car and off we go to church. I drank most of the coffee on the way there but ran out of time to finish it. We parked the car and made our way into bible class. I was just sipping away on my coffee as we delivered each of the boys to their classes. We finally made it to our class and found our seats.

Rewind exactly one week. It was a very normal Sunday. Jason made me coffee that morning and I drank most of it on the way to church. I finished it up while we attended bible class and put my mug in the diaper bag. We gathered the kids from bible class and made our way into the auditorium for worship service. The boys had been passing around a cold all week so I wasn't really surprised when our two year old sneezed and snot blew every where. You know the kind that explodes out both nostrils over the top lip and then manages to cling to the bottom lip and as they look to you for help their lips separate and the snot strings hang perilously in a way that you can't imagine why it hasn't gone into their mouth. As a quick thinking mom I grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned up the snot. There had been so much snot that it took the entire wipe to get him clean. I desperately wanted to contain the mess so I took the lid off my mug, tossed the wipe in and closed it back up.

Fast forward one week. Bible class finishes up and we gather the children to begin worship. We find our seats and I take my last drink of coffee. But something doesn't seem right. My mug still feels heavy. So I tip it back waiting for a little more to drip into my mouth but nothing comes out. I give it a little shake and nothing happens. Still curious I remove the lid and look inside. There in the bottom of my mug is a baby wipe soaked in coffee. My gag reflex kicks in and I quickly pass the mug to Jason. He looks in and gives a giggle, "he looks at me trying not to laugh and says, "okay, so I didn't wash it this morning."

Luke 11:39 Then the Lord said to him, “You Pharisees are so careful to clean the outside of the cup and the dish, but inside you are filthy—full of greed and wickedness! 

Psalm 16:5 Lord, you alone are my inheritance, my cup of blessing. You guard all that is mine.

Most of us are looking pretty good on any given Sunday. So my question to you is, what fills your cup? How much sin do you need to contaminate the entire cup of blessing? How much snot is in your mug?