Pour Out

By Samantha Gonzales

Pour out.

I am but a cup

You pour out

onto me

With a generous heap of a serving

Even when I do nothing in return

Not even give You the glory.

I am but a cup

You pour out

onto me

Your Spirit fills me up

It overwhelms me

I feel You throughout my body

To the tip of my tongue

I feel You in the air that I breathe

The air You so generously provide for my lungs

I feel you during every prayer I cry out of

Lord, let Your will be done.

You pour out

And my cup is now to the top

Overflowing even

However,

I don’t mind the spill

For it is a great honor

To be overfilled

Overfilled by You

Your blessings, Your endless love

Who am I to be worthy

Capable

…Enough.

It overflows and a stain

Slowly

Begins to form

I embrace it with open arms for

It is a reminder of how you will forever

Love, provide, restore

You do all of these things

Even

During times of doubt

Even when you’d pour into me

And I’d instantly throw You out

Lord…I am sorry

for not seeing,

acknowledging the

sacrifices You’ve made

the life of Yours You

so willingly

gave away

For such a long time my cup was

filled by substance

no good substance

substance that I used in attempt to fill the void

substance that I was hoping that would one day

bring me joy

substance that was by flesh and not by Spirit

and when called out for these actions

I simply would reply with

I don’t want to hear it

and yet

You continuously

pour out

onto me

The truth was what my cup needed

was in plain sight

I didn’t need just anyone

I needed to be filled by

the One

I needed to be filled by the One who is

the way, the truth,

and the life

The One who

remains forever

by my side

the One who helped the blind to see

the One who remains undefeated and claims

every victory

So,

Let me ask you this

Do you allow Him to pour into you?

or do you just let Him fall through your fingers

and pass on through?

Do me a favor

stop dumping Him out of your cup

take a moment, look around

realize all that He has done

Who is there the moment you wake up?

Who is there when times get tough?

So yes,

I am but a cup

Oh but how I love to be His

I will forever be open

to the blessings

He has to give