Close your eyes...Well, don't close your eyes, keep reading this post. But close the eyes of your mind.
Picture a cute little tea cup.
Cute, of course is optional. I suppose you could picture an ugly tea cup if you'd like.
It's all the same to me.
So, picture any sort of small tea cup.
Picture a pitcher. (say that five times fast)
As the water from the pitcher pours into the cup, it slowly fills up to the brim so that the cup can hold no more.
But it doesn't stop there.
The water continues to pour without regard of the perimeter of the tea cup until it is overflowing.
Water spilling over the sides on to the table.
An act of normal nature, the water slides across the table spreading rapidly and covering the surface.
The word of God, His light, His presence is just like that water. You can't be filled with the purest joy and not overflow to the people around you. It's too good, too rich, too precious to allow to lay stagnant. The word of God is living, moving, breathing. God is not dead and He will not remain silent. His voice rages like the sea. His mercy swift like the wind. His ways are righteous and just. He's strong, yet meek. Pure and powerful. Invasive and chiseling, out of love He seeks to get rid of the things that are not helpful to his children. God speaks with no perimeter of our end. What He speaks He will give grace to understand and insight to go forth in obedience. His natural act of nature is to fill and empower. His Spirit dwelling in us, His voice speaking to us, His words overflowing to the world around us.
Sitting on the plane, I couldn't just keep this treasure to myself. I had to share it. I couldn't help but think that someone else needed to be blessed with His words as well.
"God loves you for who you are, exactly as you are right now. He doesn't care what you've done in the past, but wants a real, loving, communicating relationship with who you are today. You are chosen. You are accepted. You are loved. God loves you. He loves you. God loves YOU."
Hopefully someone will be blessed when they read it, but who knows. Maybe someone will rip it out and throw it away. But they will have read it before they rip it up. Maybe it will plant some seeds of something greater that is longing for love inside of them. I don't know what will happen.
The possibilities are endless...and that is exciting.
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