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Topic: STEAM (12/03/15)
- TITLE: Cuppa Peace
By Yvonne Blake
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I want to escape, but where? There is no place to go. There is no one to help. Those I trust seem as bewildered as I am. My mind searches for answers, for plans, for ways to make sense of the growing evils. They bombard me at every turn – the television, the computer, the radio. I want to scream.
A soft voice whispers in my heart. Come out from among them, and be ye separate.
I know that Voice. Instantly, my body begins to calm. I remember. I know that Voice and feel safe because I know that It knows me. I turn off the noisy gadgets, but I can still hear their nagging echoes in my mind. I need some tea—something soothing, something warm. My hand shakes as the boiling water pours into my cup.
The steam clouds my face—fogging my vision, cleansing my skin, and mingling with my tears, as the tea bag sinks down to the bottom, and the scarlet hue diffuses throughout the water. I watch the color swirl and dance until the water and tea are joined. The tea bag is in the water and the water is in the tea. They are one.
Ye in Me, and I in you.
Bowing my head o’er the fragrant mist, I breathe in deeply. Its tangy sweet aroma fills me with comfort and peace. I am so tired with the worries in my life. I need to rest. I sip the tea. Its warmth soothes my tongue and fills my head.
Come unto Me . . . and I will give you rest.
I adjust my fingers burning against the hot cup. But what about the problems in the world? If I sleep, who will take care of everything? Shouldn’t I be doing something? My pulse races. My breath comes fast. I can’t let evil take over. I need to fight!
Fear ye not, stand still, and see the salvation of the LORD.
But I can’t! I look up in defiance. “Do you expect me to do nothing?” My throat tightens and chokes.
Be still, and know that I am God.
I sip again of the steamy, healing drink. The nourishing tea fills and satisfies. Yes, I know He is God. He is my Conqueror; He is my King. I will trust in His power. Everything is under His control. Why should I doubt? Why should I fear? For if try to fight in my own strength, I am sure to fail. Infused with His power, I am able to calmly stand amid the battle.
My soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge.
With another sip, I notice the vapors ascending like the sweet incense of prayer. I lift my face in adoration to the One who cares for me. I know I can always rest in His love when the turmoil of life overwhelms me. I know He will always be there whenever I need another cuppa peace.
In praise I whisper, “Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee.”
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