I read the most uplifting thing the other day, in Beth Moore’s “Praying God’s Word”. She compared the human heart to a cup–one all of us are trying to get filled.
We hold it up to jobs. To alcoholic husbands. To people who are as needy as we are.
Cups get broken, and cracked. Some folks give up on them entirely, and either wall them off in a dark dungeon or throw them away.
There is only One who can fill your cup. Never mind that it’s cracked and broken and maybe even a little dirty. (Or a LOT dirty.) Hold it up. That’s all you have to do. The filling of the cup, however damaged, always heals.
Be blessed, this day, and every day. Somebody loves you.
Hold up your cup.