God's Message on a Coffee Cup
By Trinity Morgan
God’s Message on a Coffee Cup
Denise stood two feet from the sight of something incomprehensible. Cold chills ran up her spine as she looked upon its grotesque features. The deep crevices around its eyes, its pale color, and its enormous size revolted her and made her feel queasy. “How could this be?” she asked in complete disbelief.
“Mommy!” screamed three children as they burst into her bathroom. She turned from her reflection and bent down to receive hugs from her children. “Happy Birthday Mommy!” exclaimed her youngest. “Are you really forty years old today, Mom?” asked her eldest. She decided not to reply to his question. “Let’s get ready for school,” she said as she walked them out of her bathroom.
In heaven, God sat sad on his throne. A seraph fluttering nearby asked, “What grieves you today, My Lord?” “It’s my daughter,” said the Lord. “She believes she’s ugly. Lucifer lied to her and she believes him over me.” The seraph gasped at the impossibility of anyone believing a child of God could be ugly, and exclaimed, “Shall we send her the truth, My Lord?” “Yes,” said God. “Let’s send Susan to tell her the truth.”
Susan frantically searched through her address book for the name of her client. For some mysterious reason the last name of her first million dollar client had escaped her. She looked through each page of her address book, scanning every name on the page to ensure her client’s name would not be missed.
As she read each name, she couldn’t believe how old her address book was. Some of the names written down dated back to high school. She smiled as memories flooded her mind of each old acquaintance. One name in particular stuck out to her in the S’s.
Denise Carson was her college roommate. They spent a glorious four years together, sleeping in a dormitory room not much bigger than a cardboard box. She remembered the parties they went to, the all-nighters they pulled, and the men they fell in love with.
Susan eventually found her contact and pushed the old memories into the back of her head. At lunch time, Susan found herself thinking of Denise again. “I wonder how she’s doing,” Susan asked herself. Suddenly a thought entered her head from nowhere, “Today’s her birthday!”
Susan reacted first by reaching for her phone to call Denise and wish her happy birthday. But by the time she grasped her phone, another idea came to her, “I think I’ll buy her a present.”
“Well, I’ve had six months to get use to being forty,” said Denise as she began her day by staring at her dreaded reflection in the mirror. She began her morning the same way everyday for the past fifteen years. She looks in the mirror and doesn’t like what she sees. She sighed a deep, defeated breath, and walked to the kitchen for her morning coffee.
Denise reached for her coffee cup, poured herself half a cup, and sat down to read the paper. Her husband came in, kissed her head saying, “Hey is that a new coffee cup?” “Wow,” said Denise. “How remarkably observant you are! I’ve had this cup for six months. Susan sent it for my birthday.” They laughed together as she handed her husband the sports page.
Denise, being a victim of habit, glanced down at the saying on the coffee cup, as she does every morning, and read the saying in her mind, “You are beautifully and wonderfully made.” She laughed a sarcastic laugh and thought to herself, “Someday maybe I’ll believe that.” In heaven, God smiled and in complete assurance said, “Yes my daughter, someday you will.”
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By Trinity Morgan
God’s Message on a Coffee Cup
Denise stood two feet from the sight of something incomprehensible. Cold chills ran up her spine as she looked upon its grotesque features. The deep crevices around its eyes, its pale color, and its enormous size revolted her and made her feel queasy. “How could this be?” she asked in complete disbelief.
“Mommy!” screamed three children as they burst into her bathroom. She turned from her reflection and bent down to receive hugs from her children. “Happy Birthday Mommy!” exclaimed her youngest. “Are you really forty years old today, Mom?” asked her eldest. She decided not to reply to his question. “Let’s get ready for school,” she said as she walked them out of her bathroom.
In heaven, God sat sad on his throne. A seraph fluttering nearby asked, “What grieves you today, My Lord?” “It’s my daughter,” said the Lord. “She believes she’s ugly. Lucifer lied to her and she believes him over me.” The seraph gasped at the impossibility of anyone believing a child of God could be ugly, and exclaimed, “Shall we send her the truth, My Lord?” “Yes,” said God. “Let’s send Susan to tell her the truth.”
Susan frantically searched through her address book for the name of her client. For some mysterious reason the last name of her first million dollar client had escaped her. She looked through each page of her address book, scanning every name on the page to ensure her client’s name would not be missed.
As she read each name, she couldn’t believe how old her address book was. Some of the names written down dated back to high school. She smiled as memories flooded her mind of each old acquaintance. One name in particular stuck out to her in the S’s.
Denise Carson was her college roommate. They spent a glorious four years together, sleeping in a dormitory room not much bigger than a cardboard box. She remembered the parties they went to, the all-nighters they pulled, and the men they fell in love with.
Susan eventually found her contact and pushed the old memories into the back of her head. At lunch time, Susan found herself thinking of Denise again. “I wonder how she’s doing,” Susan asked herself. Suddenly a thought entered her head from nowhere, “Today’s her birthday!”
Susan reacted first by reaching for her phone to call Denise and wish her happy birthday. But by the time she grasped her phone, another idea came to her, “I think I’ll buy her a present.”
“Well, I’ve had six months to get use to being forty,” said Denise as she began her day by staring at her dreaded reflection in the mirror. She began her morning the same way everyday for the past fifteen years. She looks in the mirror and doesn’t like what she sees. She sighed a deep, defeated breath, and walked to the kitchen for her morning coffee.
Denise reached for her coffee cup, poured herself half a cup, and sat down to read the paper. Her husband came in, kissed her head saying, “Hey is that a new coffee cup?” “Wow,” said Denise. “How remarkably observant you are! I’ve had this cup for six months. Susan sent it for my birthday.” They laughed together as she handed her husband the sports page.
Denise, being a victim of habit, glanced down at the saying on the coffee cup, as she does every morning, and read the saying in her mind, “You are beautifully and wonderfully made.” She laughed a sarcastic laugh and thought to herself, “Someday maybe I’ll believe that.” In heaven, God smiled and in complete assurance said, “Yes my daughter, someday you will.”
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