You know that feeling of reading something and it totally resonates deep in your heart?

Well, I had a moment like that today. They’re always great😊

As I was flipping through a new songbook, trying to find a song to play on my keyboard, I came across a song that I’d never seen before – “Poured Out Like Wine.”

The first verse is a question from Jesus, asking if His people are willing to serve.

“Would you be poured out like wine upon the altar for Me? Would you be broken like bread to feed the hungry? Would you be so one with Me that you would do just as I will? Would you be light and life and love My word fulfilled?”

Those lyrics touched me deeply.

It felt like a personal challenge that requires courage to accept…

But if I desire to pour out Jesus’ love into the lives of others, I need to embrace the fact that broken vessels pour most freely.

The more shattered a jar becomes, the greater the spill grows…

Breaking is painful.

Being poured out can feel like the life is draining from my heart.

And at that place, it’s hard to imagine having anything valuable to offer to God’s kingdom work.

But it’s not those who are living “whole” that are crying for light, life, and love.

It’s the broken who are silently, unknowingly, longing for Jesus.

And how could I walk among the broken if I’d never felt my own heart break?

I’m in awe of the way God works.

How He restores wholeness into a life by calling someone to serve others – He doesn’t wait until we are healed to ask us to give, but He offers us a place to find our healing through giving.

And even on days when we don’t feel like we have much to offer, our little effort can be multiplied into a greater impact…

And the simple rewards are worth it all when little arms encircle you and a soft voice says, “I don’t want you to ever leave, JackJack girl.”

Or a smile lights the weary eyes of a single mom and you know she’s beginning to hope…

When they start to trust, and the walls come down a fraction at a time… it’s worth every little effort to earn that from people who’ve been hurt too often.

And in it all, I marvel that God is working through a very human, very inadequate, very unworthy servant.

He has allowed me to be broken… and is using me as bread to feed the hungry.

He filled my heart with His love for people many years ago, but it couldn’t be unleashed until my heart became broken.

So here I am.

By His grace aspiring to become one with Him, to share His vision for service & spill the light, life, and love of Jesus into every wounded heart I touch.

“Lord, I’m willing to be broken and poured out if it means I may participate in the fulfillment of Your word.”