My cup.

Drip... Drip... Drip... slowly each drop of water dripped down and onto the ground. The earth was so dry that it disappeared the minute it hit the surface. Drip... Drip... Drip... On the ground there was a small ring where you could tell there once sat a cup.

The cup had been removed. Taken by its owner on a journey to find something that could fill it up faster. Every time she would find something to fill up her cup, it would somehow be gone faster than it had entered. It was as if her cup had a hole in the bottom, never to be fixed. She was constantly searching... searching for something else... something more... to satisfy her thirst.
For years she had been a wanderer, always knowing how to get home, but never wanting to go there. She had a map in her pocket, but never wanted to read it. She knew how to quench her thirst, but kept on searching for something else. It was fun to wander, it was exciting, risky, and bold... but deep down in her heart, she wanted to be held, to be taken care of, to be satisfied.

Exhausted, tired, and weak... one day, she finally fell. She couldn't do it anymore. She sat down on the dry soil, cracked and hot. She reached into her back pocket and found what she knew and yet had never used... her map. Excited for her new journey, she read the map carefully, understanding the new path that she would travel on to get home. She didn't need all the things she had been carrying, so content and happy, she picked up her map and her cup and began walking.

Drip... drip... drip... she could hear the water as she neared. Timid, she placed her cup back under the drip to catch just a small amount of water. It didn't happen right away, but as her cup sat under the water, the drips became larger and faster. Driiip... Driiip... Driiip... She couldn't believe her eyes, not only was the water going into her cup, it was staying there... it was hers. The more thankful she was for the small amount that she had, the more the water poured into her cup, filling it to the brim and overflowing it onto the ground. Pretty soon, her cup was filled, overflowing with blessings... and her heart was overflowing with love for the God that put them there.

My cup runneth over.