Filled up and poured out

Today, I'm linking up with a community of encouraging writers at Lisa Jo Baker's blog for Five Minute Friday. The prompt is "red". Writing for just five minutes straight. From the heart. No need to be perfect, just sharing our hearts through words.  Won't you join in?

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 Filled up and poured out. 
Filled up and poured out.

Daily, in the morning and in the evening she waits for this ritual to present itself. 

She cannot do it on her own. 

She has to be cleaned out (she’s still a little bit stained, but that’s okay), rinsed out and filled up again. 

But, she is faithful. She is available to be filled to be sure. 

She wants to be.

She enjoys this daily ritual of being filled up, only to be poured out again.

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My thoughts percolate on this one small gift I was given about three years ago.

 I long to be filled up and poured out, filled up and poured out, daily. 

She is showing me. 

She’s showing me what surrender looks like. What trust looks like. What availability and willingness look like.

She’s not fancy. Doesn’t really care to be, but she’s there. 

Morning and evening.

She’s seen tears and laughter. 

She’s seen the sun rise and the sun set. 

But, still she never tires of being right there. By my side. Ready to serve me. Ready and willing to be filled up and poured out. 

Again and again.

Who would have thought a little red teapot could hold so much wisdom?