Sipping from a china teacup always reminds me that I am loved
by God.
I have sacred, treasured memories of time in a cousin’s
neighbor’s kitchen.
We were favored with beautifully decorated, delicate, and
dainty teacups.
We enjoyed conversations about our heavenly Father and how
He loves us.
Even as a young child, I knew I was being trusted with
something special.
I thank God for all of the people that have poured life into
me,
for all of the blessings still to come,
and for the privilege of being able to pour.
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