Life can be so full, so joyous. It’s somewhat overwhelming. Do I gulp down the overflowing cup swiftly or let it spill about, sloshing joy wastefully over everything?

Joy is a wasteful wanton thing, leaving little poignant thoughts behind to tease the moment from our limited memory.

Yet fullness can be easily confused with comfort or complacency if we aren’t careful to notice every nuance.

I don’t want to miss a thing. That’s what is overwhelming me.

To gulp life in? Or to slowly sip it knowing some will spill?

My problem is a temporal one, yet I am eternal spirit first and foremost, though I forget.

Sometimes there is beauty in  “no, thanks, I’m full” , so you have time to drink it all in, like a wine you want to savor, the embodiment of life awakening your tastes to finer things.

If what we devour becomes our devourer, I want to become a devourer of joy.

But if what we savor becomes our Savior, then I want to be a sommelier of all that is good.

Listen here fellow Chicken Littles:

If we have eternity, there is still time for everything under the Son! Though the sky may fall, we know it’s not really the end.

So sometimes let your cup spill over as you sip it messily. That’s how joy is spread.

And sometimes gulp it down for sustenance and trust your Father will replenish it in time, His time, not this measured, relative thing we’ve created out of fear.

What have we learned from manna, fish and loaves but that He will provide for His children into eternity?

Remember, too, that perfume spilled on weary feet is more precious than gallons kept in alabaster jars, and that no part of joy is ever wasted.

“Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him.”Psalm 34:8 (NIV)