My cup of tea. Chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea steeped in hot water, in a cup with a seive-like cover that was given by my children for Mother’s day. This has become somewhat of a routine for me.
Formerly a tea drinker, i had switched to drinking coffee with Ben, who simply couldn’t go without his strong morning coffee brew. Several years ago, i started experiencing heart palpitations and restlessness whenever i drank coffee, even when it was just one cup, so i gradually give it up and switched to drinking tea, with milk or sugar.
My mum, who passed away in Jan this year, was a diabetic. After consistently cutting down on her sugars, her diabetic readings improved so much that she was eventually weaned off her diabetic medication. Her eyesight also improved! She could rattle off the numbers of other patients’ cardiac monitors across the room without any difficulty.
Since i was having eye problems in recent months, I figured that perhaps God was prompting me to cut down on my sugars too.
Prior to this, the only days i had totally abstained from caffeine, with much side-effects, was on Good Fridays. It has been more than a month since i started cutting down on caffeine and sugars. And if giving up coffee was bad enough, giving up my tea (which was my daily cup of caffeine fix) has been the equivalent of going cold turkey. For some time after, I suffered from constant headaches, drowsiness and crankiness.
Ironically, what had started off as as a mere attempt to save and protect my eyesight has evolved into a form of fasting, abstinence and purification for my body, but more importantly, for my soul!
We will never know how addicted we are until we are compelled to forgo something.
“And everyone who has this hope fixed on Him purifies himself, just as He is pure.” 1 John 3:3 (NASB)