//receive and release//

There in the quiet cadence of the rustling leaves,

I find myself stop and take a breath.

This pouring out is a continual thing.

A life of ministry and motherhood,

draws from it constantly.

Even when the cup feels nearer to being empty rather than one that overflows.

I will serve, though it’s not always from a place ready to release

or to generously let go of.

Yet, when I carve out moments in the middle,

or break from the daily flow.

When I make space to quiet my own self in the busyness of life.

When I respond to the sweet beckoning of the Lord.

I hear a whisper in its guiding,

“Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.” (Proverbs 4:23)

When I neglect that part of me,

to sit, to reflect and to receive -

I become so weary.

I wonder why I don’t have the energy

or joy to serve those before me.

Instead of leaning heavy in the doing,

I need to lean heavy into Him.

My heart tugs at me with its own desperate need for filling.

My heart longs for the peace only the Lord can provide.

My heart needs to seek first the Lord,

before focusing on the the ministry I’m doing.

In drawing deep from the His well of love,

is where I can pour out and still thrive.

There is a rhythm to this receiving and releasing.

To be a giver of love and encouragement.

And to be place of continual supply.

It keeps my heart joyful when I take time to rest in His presence.

When I soak in His words of life.

So, find me here at your feet Lord.

Let me walk in the truth and knowledge of you today.

I desire to lavish all I have received from you,

upon others in a more generous way.

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