Beer Tankards

Here I am, savouring the ticking of seconds at the crack of a new day, thinking about dreams and pillows, noise and laughter, music and movies, jokes and joy. The silence is tangible and the scarce stillness invites the wandering of thoughts. One minute passed, the clock shows 2:47am. The soup of mini maggie that lubricated the drought in my throat releases an onion-scented gas simultaneously, hot liquid bubbles inches down the esophagus.
More than a year.
God took time to answer my prayer and He took more than a year.
When I was little, a Sunday school teacher told me that every Christian has a cup. You fill that cup with your prayer and someday when that cup is full, the blessings will be overflow, pouring out unto you. Back then, I was thinking of some pranks my sister used to pull, showering me with a basin full of water when we were watching dad's car. When I became older, I wonder how deep is my cup and fearing a beer tankard with words "Grace's praying cup" on it. I would love to have those tiny glass my gran used to drink her Yomeishu as my praying cup. Then I would just need to pray for a few times for the contents to be overflow.
But I soon realized my prayers do not work like the tiny Yomeishu glass. For a year, I prayed for relationships to be mended and reconciliations and now, I gasp at the wonder of God's timing and his miraculous weaving in the linkage of human bonds. One year ago I wanted things for reasons ignorant of reasoning. When things started going wrong, I interlocked my fingers and pleaded for an instantaneous fix from God. He knows me too well to feed charcoal to a hot head like me. He gave me time to cool my head, allowing sense to blend into my wishes. Now I see the whole picture which back then was all just smudges of paint. Blotchy, vague and desperate for a theme.
The more you fill in, the more it is poured out. The larger the brim, the greater the shower. The bigger the size, the more you can fill in. Somehow now I feel glad that I do not have that tiny Yomeishu glass. At least, mine has a greater volume, spaces to intercede for others, higher capacity to accommodate the needs of others into my prayer item list and using it to serve God. Thank God for His timing, for His thoughts and His ways and Jesus Christ, dearest and most beautiful of all name.
Cheers to beer tankards =)