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Life is full, full of so many individuals to relate to and responsibilities to manage.
My heart is full, my mind is full, my emotions are full.
My time and my schedule are full.So full, there isn't room for one more need, one more opportunity to help another, one more cry to ...Moooooooom for help, one more touch on my skin that begs for attention and intimacy.

 So where do I go from here? How do I move forward in the new year to be open to the needs of others, the opportunities that may come my way, the moments for love,  the potential to teach, to comfort, to nurture.I start by decluttering my inbox to eliminate the asks and advertisers begging for my time. I eliminate the influence social media has on my emotions by hiding the posts that hurt, that cause me to compare, that drain my emotions which are needed for much more important and valuable ones. I clean out the drawers, the cupboards, the closets of unused, unappreciated toys, movies, games, supplies. I give away what others could use. I breathe a sigh of relief, I feel I have made my life a little less full.
    But, now the real work begins. It is no longer a physical clutter or a cluttered schedule.  My heart yearns to be filled with a life giving water that never runs out, that fills to overflowing so I may offer water to others to drink.
      Lord, I need to empty my heart, my mind, my life by giving you control. By acknowledging that I can do nothing without you. I then can truly be filled with your Spirit that gives life to overflowing.  As I am filled by You, I become empty of myself .
John 4:14 but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.
Ephesians 3: 19-20 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.       
God, do more than I can imagine through your power within me ! Thank you that I am not alone, when I feel my life is so full I have no room for more you call me to cast my anxiety on you .
You remind me Lord that to give of myself to others will in truth, bring me a renewed spirit, joy, and overflowing fullness.  
Proverbs 11:25 A generous person will prosper;  whoever refreshes others will  be refreshed. 

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  1. UnknownJanuary 11, 2015 at 4:13 PM

    Very good Stacey - you have a real talent for writing.

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