I did not expect the cup or the refills that followed. I was thinking that I would have a one-off, self-serve experience with a paper cup. Instead, I received a cup of Arabic coffee in a porcelain cup, accompanied by an attentive attendant who regularly checked to see if I wanted a refill. It might be normal if I was a paying customer. As it was, I was simply a guest sitting in the lobby. Many would correctly assume I was an unknown person taking a break in the hope of meeting someone. My experience pointed me to the larger story I am a part of.
I am a child of Divinity. There are times that I feel alone, an orphan in a world not of my choosing. In the darkness and the light, life reminds me that I am Divinity’s child, a member of her family. I am never alone; Divinity is always with me. I am not an accident; Divinity knew and cared for me from the very beginning, even before my creation. I am part of a larger story with a role to play. As the doubts and uncertainties haunt my heart and soul, Life offers me whispering reminders that I am Her child. I belong as and where I am.
I am called to collaborate with Divinity, to represent her with each step of my journey. I am more than a guest. I am invited to engage, participate, and act with the result of bringing divine compassion and care to each moment. I do not know what this will look like in your life. I discover the revelation of what my relationship means through reflections and putting these reflections into action through words and deeds.
My desire for a deep connection with Divinity is ingrained within my being. Candidly, “It gets its start in a mist and ends up in the dark – unnamed.” (Ecclesiastes 6.4). As I satisfy my thirst, I discover I am out in the open, accepted, embraced, and free to offer others the cup I have been given.
