Rain, Tea, and Heaven

The gentle music of the rain comes in through the open window. I remember God sends rain on the just and the unjust, and I pray I fall into the category of the just. I would love a hot drink on this cold day, but I know it's impossible for me even to hold a cup of tea on days like this when I am shaking. I think of Heaven, and how nice it will be to have huge mugs so that I can have hot tea anytime I want. But wait! I won't need huge mugs in Heaven in order to solve the problem, because in Heaven there will be no problem; I won't have this disease that makes me shake, this disease that limits me in unexpected ways.