This morning, as I have most Wednesday mornings since the Summer of 2003 (Except for the year we lived out of state), I met with the same guys at 0700, shared a breakfast sandwich, a cup of coffee and some Bible study.
This morning, before we watched a video of the late Pastor Adrian P. Rogers preach on Psalm 78, I looked at my coffee cup….scratched and dented with a flawed appearance . . . sort of like me.
I tried to recall which of our daughters bought it for me and we all seem to agree that it was Megan. While we can’t recall what year she bought it for me, I’m going to guess it was close to 15 years ago.
During that time, I have had several other car mugs that were lost or broken, but this metal travel cup has survived. More than once people have commented on the fact that it looks like it fell off the roof of my car a time or two. As a matter of fact . . .
I wondered how many thousands of miles it traveled with me over those years. It was a silent witness to the many ups and downs that I have experienced and like me, it has survived.
It is interesting that so often we can look at something every day, but not see it. That’s how its been with this cup. Today I noticed.
Hopefully, if I take care of it, it may last another 15 years and then I can retire it.