This morning, on the day of worship, we gave up a time of sharing ourselves, baring our truths and learning to express our simplest nature. I offered up a prayer, a plea.
I have so much love inside of me. It's... it's uncontainable. It oozes out the cracks, and sometimes my heart springs a leak. I want people to be grateful for my love because I'm giving it to them, because I fashioned it specifically for them. I want to be able to spread my love around, to unfurl it like a blanket. I want my love to be taken seriously, even though it is portioned out for others.
I harbor more love than I can contain. Sometimes, my heart is even too big for my chest, and I have to grow to make more room for it. It's hard to carry, love is not light or easy. Love is a burden. I want to give it all away for the freedom and lightness of others.
But just because I love so many, and so much, the degree to which I live the individuals (as well as the whole) is not diminished. Perhaps it is strengthened. I so appreciate the people who have honored me by allowing me to give a little bit of love, to share a heap of compassion.