Thursday, November 8, 2012


I think sipping was invented by tea.

Recently, I've been making tea from mint I planted in our very own garden. I drop a few of the dried leaves into the thermos or mug, pour in steaming hot water from the kettle, and add a little honey. After a few minutes, the flavour has diffused, and it's ready to drink.

It's still too hot to gulp down - what an unromantic word, gulp - so I wrap my hands around the warm mug and smell the fragrant steam. And slowly, I sip. Time seems to slow down. My eyes focus somewhere afar off as my thoughts transport themselves to more distant realms. I think of dear friends... Kristen, Nicole, Ervina, and others, who take great delight in a lovely cup of tea.

My tea is cooling steadily, but still I sip slowly. If I were to tip the cup and drain it all at once, the leaves would swoop into my mouth instead of staying at the bottom of the cup where they belong. I feel kinship with countless people, who, from ancient times and diverse cultures made and drank tea in much the same way as I have. Billions of people who have taken a moment to pause, cup in hand, to rest, to consider, to remember, to breathe a prayer of thankfulness for warmth and life. I'm grateful to be alive.

And I take another sip.

Thank You, Jesus.


I've been considering what the purpose of having a blog is. This is what I keep coming to: Psalm 26:7
That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works.
That is the standard I want to hold my posts to: that they would not be about me, but about Jesus Christ. Not to show off my thoughts or whatever writing skills I have, but to publish what God is doing. If what I write points to how glorious and awesome and beautiful He is, then I will count my efforts not wasted.

Only one life, 'twill soon be past;
Only what's done for Christ will last. 
(C.T. Studd)