That which we fill will be depleted.
We will drink the day’s first cup of coffee even before we’re awake. We will lose count of those that will follow long before morning is through.
We will empty the coffers we packed throughout our lives, hoping not to outlive the pennies we hoarded for our old age.
We will stand by aghast as our aging brains divest themselves of plays we’ve memorized… sonnets we’ve learned… dates we expected to remember… formulas we worked hard to master. We’ll scratch around for words that were once within reach, names that we once knew well.
We will watch our homes be emptied of the treasures we brought inside, and we’ll stare as wrecking balls tear them down, so new houses can be built for those who still have hope.
That which we fill will be depleted… but that which we empty will always be full.
The hearts that give all their love will always find love to give.
The souls that are offered in prayer will always find faith in abundance.
You cannot deplete yourself of goodness, as long as you’re willing to share.