Throughout my life, God has continually called me to be poured out like a drink offering, to be spread over the people he has put in my life like a blanket of love. Spread thin, receiving just enough sustenance to keep pouring out into those he has called me to.
I have struggled with the fact that God has not brought someone to pour into me the same way I have poured out to others, but I'm beginning to see that maybe, just maybe, this is how my life is going to be. That God has called me to continually pour out and have a broken heart for the people I meet that are struggling, just as he is brokenhearted over them.
I've decided that if this is the cross I must bear, I will bear it to the best of my ability with Christ's strength alone. I am thankful that I have comfort and hope and that this sacrifice that is required of me is not as challenging as others, say, Jeremiah?
I will still pray for that support here on earth, but I realize now that this is my sacrifice of love.
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