What's in a cup?

Tell me about the turning points in your life. Tell me what they turned you to. Tell me who they turned you into. Tell me about the greatest moments in your life, the ones you are most proud of, the ones that you remember fondly, the ones that still make you smile to this day. Tell me about your deepest hurts and fears. Tell me how they came about. Describe to me your hurt. Compare it to something else so that I can understand. Tell me about your fears so that I can see in my mind's eye what you see when you are afraid. Tell me your desires. What do you long for? What do you desire? What are you missing? What makes you feel unfulfilled? What do you think you need in order to feel complete? Tell me about yourself and show me God. Show me how God has worked in your soul and in your life. Show me what God has done in you and through you, with you and for you. Show me the difference in your life from before you knew God until now, when God is in your life. Tell me your secr...

I had a music lesson today and in it I learnt about the role intruders play. Today my teacher was busy teaching me about chords. She teaches children, so her explanations are geared towards the young & restless. This musical expert is witty and bright. She is a wonderful teacher.  She compares notes to people. Three notes belong together to make a chord. They are family. But in a bar you can also have friends, notes that do not belong to the chord but that still work well together. You also have those exotic friends that come to visit you once in a blue moon from a strange and wonderful land, and they too are welcome. They make the song interesting. But then you have intruders. Their note is false. It hurts. You will hear it immediately if you play them and are not tone deaf. These intruders do not belong in any song. They are mistakes. My teacher said, if you are unsure about the note you are playing, or how long it must be played, it is forgivable. But if you play th...