Monday, February 26, 2007

A CUP OF COFFEE

My Aunt Leigh sent this to us today & we though we would share it with you also... Enjoy!

A group of successful alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guest coffee, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to coffee.

When all the former students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you notice, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to only want the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases, it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.'

"What all of you wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups. And then you began eyeing each other's cups."

"Now consider this: Life is the coffee: our jobs, money, and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change , the quality of life we live."

"Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us." God brews the coffee, not the cups......Enjoy your coffee!

"The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything."

Live simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly, and leave the rest to God.

3 comments:

Dave & Katie said...

Cool story guys!

Looper said...

go aunt leigh! hey whatever happend to the snow cave ben? I'm waiting to see how this thing turns out!

Judy Kane said...

Love that story, I will share it often, we love our coffee.. life and what God has blessed us with.
Thanks for sharing it.
Love,
Judy