This morning I decided to make a cup of coffee (albiet instant, but that's all we had) and use my Venezuelan coffee cup. Pretty much anytime I drink coffee it reminds me of Venezuela, as that's where I first really started drinking it. Venezuelans (at least the ones I spent all my time with in the 3 times I've been there) drink a LOT of coffee. I have many great memories of the summer I lived in VE and the other two times I visited. It's a beautiful country with some wonderful people. I've made some lasting friendships with people there. I still email back and forth with a dear friend, Barbara, who is Venezuelan. Between he two of us and a mix of spanish and english, we do pretty well.
Back to the coffee cup. It's tiny. It looks so delicate with the hand-painting. I think that's how our faith is sometimes. Having faith is such a huge thing, believing in God when we can't see Him, but trusting He's there and trusting in His power. But we're just so small, and faith can be a delicate thing- it has to be maintained with care (prayer, studying the Bible, fellowship with other believers). But our faith is obviously much larger than a small coffee cup- it has to be. The mug though always reminds me of the faith and trust I had to have in order to live in another country, especially one that spoke a different language. It reminds me of all that God taught me while I was there. I'm thankful for the memories, the people, and the lessons learned.
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