Pouring

How my life can be a pitcher pouring onto the lives of others?  Saw this image last night at a women's dinner-  provoked me to think...Sometimes feels overwhelming-  surely I'm not called to share my pains and heartaches-  what if it's not received or ....


The emptying is for me;  God's gift for us to share our brokenness and our imperfections for He is the healer of the wounded.  Taking the most misshapen tender places and making something such as a new creation.  Imagine.  Recycling in its finest hour by the one who gives rest for the weary and sight to the blind.


Walking with Katie has led me to see moments of Jesus' face only through her eyes.  It's not the power of the body or the magic of doctors but sight, clear sight, to the blind.  It's not the Katie's of our world, but us-  those who are blind to the poor, blind to the lonely, those without hope.  Aren't we funny beings taking on the persona of Christ, with all our "righteousness", our answers, our keys to a good life-  that's the message.  It's God's goodness, his righteousness, his healing to the lame and giver of hope.  He holds those keys-  none of us able to bear a burden w/o his strength, none of us able to love w/o strings except by his extended arms of love.


Grow calm and quiet-  am I emptying my "realness" or just the fake one that everyone sees when I play "Christian" and church?  It's not a game or an institution-  its life breathed into us by a living god who desires simply give hope, listen well, befriend us, and never ever leave.


Wendy