Sippy Cups And How To Be Empty
Their plastic sippy cups are always on the counter. Ready to be filled. Everyday. They come, asking me to fill them. So I do. I pour the milk. Again. And again. A house full of kids. A husband with 12 hour shifts. A sinus cold. High temperatures. No leaving the house. I drink my coffee and take some medicine to help, but inside I feel so…..empty. Out of energy. Strength. Patience. Joy. I pray for the LORD to fill me up,…