My Cup Runs Over

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You have anointed my head with oil;
My cup overflows.
Psalm 23:5

In the course of my continued early-morning walk through Psalms, I inevitably came to this beauty: Psalm 23.

From Henry Ward Beecher’s Commentary on Psalm 23

It has charmed more griefs to rest than all the philosophy of the world. It has remanded to their dungeon more felon thoughts, more black doubts, more thieving sorrows, than there are sands on the seashore. It has comforted the noble host of the poor. It has sung courage to the army of the disappointed. It has poured balm and consolation into the heart of the sick, of captives in dungeons, of widows in their pinching griefs, of orphans in their loneliness. Dying soldiers have died easier as it was read to them; ghastly hospitals have been illuminated; it has visited the prisoner, and broken his chains, and, like Peter’s angel, led him forth in imagination, and sung him back to his home again. It has made the dying Christian slave freer than his master, and consoled those whom, dying, he left behind mourning, not so much that he was gone, as because they were left behind, and could not go too.

Balm and consolation… apt words to describe the effects of this Psalm on my thirsty soul. I have continued to think about the principle of finding my joy in Christ alone as previously described here. Reading Psalm 23 for the second morning today, my eye halted on the fifth verse. Paired with the words “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil” is the proclamation “my cup overflows.” To me, this says, “I have been called, saved, and as a result of this gift, I have all I could ever need and more, even in my difficult circumstances.”

From “The Overflowing Cup” by Charles Spurgeon

David was a man of troubles. He bore the yoke in his youth and was chastened in all his old age. You have before you, not a King Croesus, whose long prosperity became, itself, a terror, nor an Alexander whose boundless conquests only excited new ambitions, nor even a Solomon whose reign was unbroken peace and commercial gain, but David, the man who cried, “Deep calls unto deep at the noise of the waterspouts; all Your waves and Your billows have gone over me.” So did the spiritual outweigh the natural, that the consolations of the son of Jesse exceeded his tribulation, and even in his most troublous times, there were bright seasons of fellowship with the Lord, in which he joyfully said, “My cup runs over.”

Sometimes, I feel like the waves continue to come over me; I pray that the spiritual will “outweigh the natural” as with David. With the number of losses piling up, I frequently have to remind myself that I have my salvation, a gift that can never be taken away. Even if all else fails, I know where I’m going. With my attention turned to this truth, I have peace… and joy… and the realization that “my cup runs over.”

My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me;  and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand. 
John 10:27-28


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