Spot of tea, anyone?

I heard on the radio this morning about a Mom who loves tea... And whose Mom doesn't?

The guy reckoned, "...it doesn't matter what's going on around her (or you)...even if you walk through the door and you've just lost your leg, she'll say 'That's okay my boy, let's have a cup of tea and it will make it all better!'...and I believe her!"

Jorja shares a cup of (soil) tea with birthday-girl cousin, Riley Jane

I have many cups of tea to be thankful for! [P-J has always commented about how much tea the Hendricks household consumes...]

Just this week:

The cup of tea that helped ease my aching heart when I read about the Mommy baboon killed in Simonstown and her baby left orphaned and confused, standing by her corpse. I was reminded of the bond shared between parents and their children. It all changed so quickly for this young one. We are so privileged to have our parents!

The cup of tea we enjoyed with our Geduld grandparents one evening - hosting them at our house for the very first time and being given a meaningful nod of approval at the condition of the place! Spending time with people who have grown wiser by their experiences can be an eye-opener and encouragement.

The cup of tea I sipped with wide-eyed amazement as I listened to my Mom tell me about Jorja's antics at daycare. She is a vocal and physically strong little girl - with a mischievous grin and she knows how to insist! This cup of tea was a silent reassurance that Jorja is in sound, loving care and I am so grateful for it!

And then the cup of tea I sip at work now, at the end of another week, thinking of the highs and lows we've been a part of, my tired eyes and the loads of laundry paired with an expectant spirit for a fun-filled weekend...

...These cups that warm up chilly days, and reassures the bills we pay
Is a metaphor for something greater, pointing to our wise Creator.

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