My Cup Runneth Over

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There are days when I feel empty even as my life overflows. Days when I know I am blessed beyond measure, yet my body feels heavy and my spirit worn thin. I’m tired. I’m weary. I’m unmotivated. The kind of weary that no nap can fix, because it’s not just the body that’s tired, it’s the soul.

I think about that verse, “My cup runneth over,” and how easy it is to forget that an overflowing cup can still be held by trembling hands. Sometimes the overflow doesn’t look like abundance at all. It looks like chaos, clutter, and the ache of too much. Too many responsibilities. Too many needs pulling from one heart. Too much noise in a world that glorifies busy as proof of purpose.

But God’s abundance isn’t always loud. It doesn’t always sparkle. Sometimes His overflow is a quiet reminder to sit still and let Him pour. To stop trying to hold everything in balance and simply receive. Maybe that’s what the psalmist meant all along, not that our lives would always feel full of joy and ease, but that His presence would never stop flowing, even when we’re too tired to drink.

I’ve learned that gratitude isn’t a constant state of cheerfulness. It’s a quiet whisper that says, “Even here, even now, there’s still enough.” Enough grace to rest. Enough mercy to pause. Enough love to cover the cracks that show when we’ve given all we have.

There are seasons when I can’t keep up with the blessings He’s given. Family, work, home, marriage, it’s a beautiful life, but sometimes even beauty can be overwhelming. In those moments, I remind myself that fullness doesn’t mean perfection. A cup that overflows doesn’t stay neat and contained; it spills over. It leaves stains on the tablecloth, puddles on the floor, and that’s alright. Maybe those are the places where grace pools the deepest.

So I’ll sit here with my tired heart and remember that it’s okay to rest while your cup runs over. It’s okay to admit that abundance can be exhausting. And it’s okay to trust that God’s goodness doesn’t depend on your energy, but on His endless supply.

My cup still runs over, just slower some days, quieter others, but always enough.

One response to “My Cup Runneth Over”

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    Debbie

    WOW, just perfect! Thank you for putting into words what I am thinking; you are so very talented!!! 💝

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