Two Mugs, One Morning ..
☕️💙❤️ 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙈𝙪𝙜𝙨, 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘔𝘦𝘵 𝘜𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
(ROMANS 8:9–13)
Before I even opened my devotional this morning, I snapped this photo — his and hers Adirondack mugs, nestled together in the camper we’re staying in during our visit to NY.
Our friends have been so gracious to us — and Dawn, in particular, has an eye for the kind of detail that makes a place feel like home. I notice those things… because I’m all about that kind of beauty. And these mugs? They stirred something.
A longing.
For our own mountains.
For stillness.
For the sacred quiet that only morning seems to hold.
This morning was chilly — but cozy.
Our littlest pup curled on my lap, Al beside
me with his warm smile and even warmer
conversation.
Coffee in hand.
Romans 8 on my heart.
So I opened the Word — and oh, how it met me.
💭 “𝘐𝘧 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴
𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.” (v.13)
This life in the Spirit?
It’s not a cruise ship.
It’s a battleship.
And every day, the flesh tries to 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 territory we’ve already surrendered.
This morning, Al and I talked about it — how
easy it is to slip.
To reach for food that comforts instead of heals.
To feed our mind with what entertains instead
of edifies.
To scroll instead of seek.
Experts now say sugar addiction is stronger
than heroin.
And yet, we’re surprised when sickness takes
hold of our bodies and minds like a thief.
But the Spirit invites us into something better.
A life that’s not about shame — but about strength.
Not about legalism — but about love.
A holy war… fought daily with a whispered, “Help me, Lord.”
And He does.
Because resurrection power still lives within us.
And the battle still belongs to Him.

































































