:: Tuesday's Tea With Me ::

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!

Maybe it was the arrival of Valentine's Day, but I have been thinking about love lately. I have come to note two wheels on the wagon of love. One is storing up, and the other is pouring out. I tend to be a giver. I am always pouring out. But when and under what circumstance should we be storing up. Guarding our limited resource to pour out. When are we casting pearls to swine as the saying goes?


Here are a couple of verses I was pondering yesterday:

"Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro:
He bustles about, but only in vain;
he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it."

- Psalm 39:6

"Whoever loves money never has money enough;whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with his income. This too is meaningless. 

As good increase, so do those who consume them.And what benefit are they to the owner except to feast his eyes on them? 

The sleep of the laborer is sweet,whether he eats little or much,But the abundance of a rich man permits him no sleep.I have seen a grievous evil under the sun:wealth hoarded to the harm if its owner. 

Then I realized that it is good and proper for a man to eat and drink, and to find satisfaction in his toilsome labor under the sun during the few days of life God has given him. More over, wen God give any man wealth and possessions and enables him to enjoy them, to accept his lot and be happy in his work--- this is a gift go God. 

A man may have a hundred children and live many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he cannot enjoy his prosperity... I say that a stillborn child is better off than he."

- Ecclesiastes 5:10-20

I know the bible speak often about those who withhold love. Who are stingy and never pour their love out. Those who seem heartless and cold, bestowing no forgiveness no mercy. Willing to sacrifice nothing that would truly cost them.

But what about those of us, who pour ourselves out like prostitutes giving precious emotional wealth. Tossing it to anyone who is a taker, anyone willing to be needy. Is this love? Or is this emotional prostitution? Perhaps we don't give our bodies, but are we not giving something that is also priceless and limited? If it is limited, which we are, is it not of a high value?

My goal this year is to love with concentration. For the love that flows from my heart to be concentrated. Pressed down, shaken together, and rich. I am realizing that this requires two wheels to roll out. Both pouring out, but also a storing up, a guarding what is precious and valuable in the eyes of God.