"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth." John 1:1, 14 (NKJV)
How are you? I'm posed this question many times a day, but haven't delved into the truth lately. ‘Cause truth is, there are only a few I want to be that honest with. And those I generally share the depths with are wading through extenuating circumstances. Filled to capacity, they've needed a place to pour out.
Cupped hands catch their words, worries, wants. Until my hands are heavy.
I'm weary from taking in and not pouring myself out in return. I understand; they don't have it to give right now. Yet, hour upon hour of listening... I'm not sure I have it to give right now either.
Irony is, my very name means "Listener." Double irony is my life verse from last year: " And he who waters will also be watered himself." (Proverbs 11:25). But I cannot take any more words into a soul cram-full. And I cannot pour out refreshment that is not there.
I'm completely full, yet totally empty.
And so I selfishly check out in the name of self-preservation; retreat into myself, away from their words weighted with pain and trouble and questions. Distance my being from all words. Until the Word beckons me with cupped hands large enough to hold my needy soul, friend's worn circumstances, and the thin world.
I pour into the Word, a measureless crevice in which my words rest. He asks three words my parched soul thirsts for, "How are you?"
I'm weary. " For I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand " Isaiah 41:10
I feel alone. " Lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.."Matthew 28:20
I can't take much more. " Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28
I pour out, He pours in. An ebb and flow more natural than the ocean's tides. My needy soul needs His words; needs Him: the Word.
Community is God-given. But friend's and family's ability to be leaned on will ebb and flow. Hence our soul's deepest need: friendship with the Lord. {Inhale deeply that delight: we're friends with God.} Friends with the
unchanging nature of the Word, Jesus.
Will you take His cupped hand, reaching out to hold you, your cares, your friends and family members? Take His hand and take a walk through Him, the Word. Pour your truthful answers into Him and pour yourself into the
fields of Scripture. Refreshment awaits. He's asking, "How are you?"
Dear Lord, thank You for never changing. Thank You for listening and hearing. Thank You for Your faithful friendship. In Jesus' Name, Amen.
How are you? I'm posed this question many times a day, but haven't delved into the truth lately. ‘Cause truth is, there are only a few I want to be that honest with. And those I generally share the depths with are wading through extenuating circumstances. Filled to capacity, they've needed a place to pour out.
Cupped hands catch their words, worries, wants. Until my hands are heavy.
I'm weary from taking in and not pouring myself out in return. I understand; they don't have it to give right now. Yet, hour upon hour of listening... I'm not sure I have it to give right now either.
Irony is, my very name means "Listener." Double irony is my life verse from last year: " And he who waters will also be watered himself." (Proverbs 11:25). But I cannot take any more words into a soul cram-full. And I cannot pour out refreshment that is not there.
I'm completely full, yet totally empty.
And so I selfishly check out in the name of self-preservation; retreat into myself, away from their words weighted with pain and trouble and questions. Distance my being from all words. Until the Word beckons me with cupped hands large enough to hold my needy soul, friend's worn circumstances, and the thin world.
I pour into the Word, a measureless crevice in which my words rest. He asks three words my parched soul thirsts for, "How are you?"
I'm weary. " For I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand " Isaiah 41:10
I feel alone. " Lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.."Matthew 28:20
I can't take much more. " Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28
I pour out, He pours in. An ebb and flow more natural than the ocean's tides. My needy soul needs His words; needs Him: the Word.
Community is God-given. But friend's and family's ability to be leaned on will ebb and flow. Hence our soul's deepest need: friendship with the Lord. {Inhale deeply that delight: we're friends with God.} Friends with the
unchanging nature of the Word, Jesus.
Will you take His cupped hand, reaching out to hold you, your cares, your friends and family members? Take His hand and take a walk through Him, the Word. Pour your truthful answers into Him and pour yourself into the
fields of Scripture. Refreshment awaits. He's asking, "How are you?"
Dear Lord, thank You for never changing. Thank You for listening and hearing. Thank You for Your faithful friendship. In Jesus' Name, Amen.