Last year, I wrote a post about my Mom's chipped coffee mug. She drank out of this chipped mug every day.
Years ago, when we were still attending stamp camp's together, our friend Gloria gave us these mugs as a gift. Last summer, I found mine and gave it to my Mom, thinking it would be a good replacement for her favorite chipped mug. I even made her the perfect card to go with it.
Well, guess what. Mom still preferred to drink out of her chipped mug.
Every morning, she would make her coffee in that mug, bring it to her corner chair by the window, and drink coffee while reading from her Bible, doing her devotions, and saying her prayers.
I think that mug had some deep theological meaning for Mom. Every morning, she brought her chipped mug to the Lord as if to say "Heavenly Father, I know that I have chips and imperfections, like this mug. But I also know that I have value and worth in you, and that I am loved by you."
I now have both mugs in my home. I'm using the chipped mug at my desk to hold my pretty pens, pencils and highlighters. And I'm using the non-chipped mug to drink from whenever I miss a hug from Mom.
By the way, that ginormous Bible in the photo? That was Mom's. It was part Bible, part journal, part scrapbook. It has so many notes and thoughts from her scribbled in the margins. What a lovely memento. I plan on reading it in its entirety this year.
The mug matters. You don't have to trust the science. You just have to trust the Lord.

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