Poured Out

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I woke today feeling– well– poured out; an apt pun for a woman who has dumped puke buckets all week. But as I mopped the kitchen floor that had been splattered with my next flu victim’s gift of half-digested breakfast foods and chocolate milk, I remembered a prayer penned by one of my favorite lovers of Jesus. And in the light of her poignant plea, I thanked the Lord for the privilege of being “poured out” for Him. This week’s offering straight from the mire and muck of motherhood has not been glamorous, but perhaps through Heaven’s eyes, it has been glorious.  I want to live a life that points to Him one drop at a time.  So I guess I’ll go fold my next load of linens.

 

Drink Offering

 
Most Worthy Lord,
make me a drink offering
and take me not home
until the cup is overturned
the glass broken
and every drop loosed
for Your glory.
 
-Beth Moore, To Live is Christ

The Overflow:  But even if I am being poured out like a drink offering on the sacrifice and service coming from your faith, I am glad and rejoice with all of you. -Philippians 2:17
Alicia

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