Overflowing Love

As always, this is Wednesday, and so my friend and co-facilitator, Jason Stasyszen and I – and several of our friends – are having a book discussion on the book Kisses from Katie. You don’t have to read the book to join in the discussion! But if you did read and have a response post, please go link up at Jason’s site today! And check out his post and the posts of the others while you’re there. I promise, they’ll make you think!

I’m going to apologize in advance for what’s going to be a very brief post. Even as I write, part of my mind is shouting at me, reminding me that I have to pack… To make a very long story short, I have an uncle having major surgery and my great-aunt’s funeral, on the same day… The very day that I usually spend mulling over this post and slowly writing it, tweaking it, and posting it. Instead, I find myself giving it only able to give it a tiny fraction of the time it deserves. And I apologize.

I had two quotes that grabbed me in this chapter.

First:

“I was simply caring for those around me out of an overflow of love for Christ and the love that He had lavished upon me.” — Katie

The phrase “out of an overflow of love” reminds me of a fabulous conversation I had last week with a relatively new friend on Twitter. And when I say “relatively new,” I think this was only, actually, the second conversation we had ever had. (Don’t you love it when you have an immediate connection with an incredible new person?! I love social media!) But my new friend and I were talking about the definition of success and how so many people burn out while looking for it. She gave me an analogy that came back to me as I read tonight: We are each a teacup. We are supposed to get filled up, overflow into our saucer, and give from the saucer. It’s when we give from our cup that we become burned out and empty.

I admit that I am constantly challenged by allowing myself to get drained. I have terrible trouble saying no to anyone. Then, when I’m wasted and have nothing to give, but someone really needs me, I have nothing to give.

Remedy: Give, but give out of the overflow.

Second:

I’d learned by now that sometimes people entered my life suddenly, and that just as quickly as they entered, they left. I learned to accept them, adopt them into my heart, no matter the circumstances. Some would become part of my world permanently and other would be in it for only a short season. Some of those people whose lives intersected briefly with mine made an impact that will live forever in my heart.”

As a person who has moved around a lot in my life and has never stayed in one place for long, I’ve met a lot of people. Some are with you forever. But most are with you only for a while. There is pain involved with that and I won’t deny that. However, sometimes, it’s the people that are only with you for a moment that stay in your heart the longest. (I could give you 50 examples, but if you’ve read my blog for long, I already have! And I’m out of time for today!)

Guys, feel free to leave examples in the comments of people who have only been with you briefly but have made a lasting impression in your life! And when I respond to your comments, maybe I’ll share one or two there!

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  1. I’ve been in Psalm 23 this week and was reminded of it again, “my cup overflows…” I believe there are times we give until it hurts, but we cannot sustain it and live like that. Most times we are called to overflow–those rivers of living waters bursting from our innermost being. Learning to live in the overflowing can be the challenge, but it’s a high ideal worth pursuing. Thanks Sarah. Blessings on your time with family–may you be a minister of OVERFLOWING healing and peace to everyone there.

  2. People come in and out of our lives and we’ll never know the eternal impact we have. (See Glynn’s post on this) But the reverse is also true. Each of those people have an impact on us. This puts on my heart the need to catch up with old friends, if for no other reason than to tell them how much their relationship meant to me.

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