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Poured Out

Some days I feel like I'm pouring out more than I'm receiving and I can feel downright sorry for myself. I screenshot this and sent it to my husband sighing to think of some truly romantic evening away.


I'm ready when you are, I typed.

This morning, I read the verse, "You have made known to me the path of life, you will fill me with JOY IN YOUR PRESENCE, with eternal pleasures at your right hand." PS. 16:11. Today I'm finding joy in the presence of God. Many times I can't understand the way He directs my life and the things He brings, but I claim this promise of JOY even when I feel like we are insanely busy.


Would you be poured out like wine
upon the altar for Me?  (I'm not sure if I have the strength, Lord)
Would you be broken like bread
to feed the hungry? (I'd rather just live my comfortable little life, Lord)
Would you be so one with Me
that you would do just as I will? (I want to, but sometimes I shrink from what you might ask)
Would you be light and life
and love My Word fulfilled? (How, Lord, make me more willing)

Yes, I'll be poured out like wine
upon the altar for You (What does it mean for me today, Lord?)
Yes, I'll be broken like bread
to feed the hungry (I'm afraid no one will understand,  Lord)
Yes, I'll be so one with You
that I would do just as You will (I surrender today to you, Lord)
Yes, I'll be light and life
and love Your Word fulfilled. (It is my struggle and yet my daily prayer).


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