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Love Tank

love tank...

only God can fill my love tank...

as illustrated to us by the Living Waters Program: imagine water continuously being poured on a cup. the cup gets full and water spills out. the water is a symbol of God's love for us. it is abundant, it never runs dry. the cup is our love tank. God continuously fills up our love tank with His unending love for us. as God's love overflows in our tank, the excess water that spills out, that's the same love we can offer to others. that's the love we give our family, our partner, our friends, our community.

but what happens when our love tank gets broken? holes are created. these holes are caused by hurtful events or situations that happened in our life. born out of an unloving family? then a hole is created. was beaten by parents? another hole is created. received verbal abuse? still, another hole. pain after pain after pain after pain means holes... holes... holes... until our love tank becomes dotted with tons of small holes. but, what if, you got molested, raped, abused... those are not just tiny weeny holes, but a BIG HOLE!

and God's love? its still there... it still continuously pours. but how could our love tank be filled if it has too much holes? water will not spill, love will not overflow, we will no longer have excess love to give other people, and, in effect, we may even tend to suck others' blood, to control them, to force them to love us and fill our love tank in the way we want to. our way... not God's way. but no one... as in NO ONE, can ever, ever, ever, ever fill our love tank! only God can!

this is me... my love tank has tiny little holes which are quite abundant in number. BUT, through the help of prayers that I get from my community, plus, the support group from Living Waters, little by little, I see these patches of holes being covered up. God makes miracles in my life. slowly, one by one, those little holes in my love tank vanishes into air. suddenly its magic... no.. it's not magic, it's the miracle of God!

i must admit, there are still tiny holes in my love tank, but they are not as numerous as before. and, as i go on with my journey towards inner healing, i simply get amazed with how great God's love is for me. i am so precious because i am God's daughter, i am God's princess, i am... klarisse.

*my heartfelt gratitude to sis meanne who inspired me to add another entry at this blog*

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