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My life is not my own, but His
the fruit I bear, not for myself to nibble
but a meal to serve
as Oswald Chambers wrote:
We are here to submit to His will so that He may work through us what He wants. Once we realize this, He will make us broken bread and poured-out wine with which to feed and nourish others.My life is being ·given as an offering to God [ poured out as a drink offering]
2 Timothy 4:6a Expanded
so what of these crumbs
the remains of me
scattering
upon the table
an altar
where all I was
drains, drips, pours
open hands can not hold
treasure or torture
grief, regrets released
wash away in that flood
broken bread
swept into the wind
joining Peter and the gang where we're letting go of grief
and hanging out at the pub
14 comments:
Even the crumbs were used and good for something. When we feel less than good enough, God can still use us. As you ministered at the church on Sunday, on Consecrecation and being Sold Out for God, that is the attitude we must have or our crumbs will be swept away and of no use. Your post is beautiful!
mmm a powerful scripture...and message that you gave if it was anything like what was in your poem...to truly live as a sacrifice...how powerful a life that would be...
A meaningful share ~ Like the meaning of crumbs, bread and sacrifice in the altar ~
Breads & crumbs..... They hold so much more meaning than we could ever exhaust, don't they?
This is intense and amazing.
"broken bread swept into the wind" -- deep and meaningful, especially in this time of lent!
You have written beautifully about one of my favorite passages.
This is quite beautiful, a very visual piece.
Pamela
there's much power in pouring our lives out for him..still we're afraid of the brokenness it brings.. i am..
This fed me, today. Thank you, Sister.
Excellent post this morning! How many times do I have to stop with my plans and realize life is not about me and all the pleasures I can experience before death...My life is HIS.....
sounds like a good trip and sharing...
Captured me with the opening lines - that's how my life feels quite a lot of the time recently.
But of course, it's not really mine, is it? Thanks for the reminder of what I am so good at forgetting.
I like the eucharistic imagery. I particularly like how the poem slides off the tip of my tongue, as in "DRains DRiPs PouRs."
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