Outpouring

Outpouring. Noun. Something that streams out rapidly.

An outburst of strong emotion: spontaneous outpourings of affection and support/ the unprecedented outpouring of tearful grief.

I’ve seen both descriptions lately. 

Each definition can be overwhelming and difficult to process. Typically an outpouring is unexpected. One may be overcome with the effects of an outpouring. 

Lately we’ve seen an outpouring of distasteful occurrences. Hate, bitterness, anger, fear…darkness. The world tries to numb us with outpourings of tragic news and visuals. Inundating our television, radio and social media. Scare tactics are thrown at us in effort to force us to retreat, to hide, to succumb to conforming into shivering shells of ourselves. 

But then…

The Light pushes through and saturates everything. 

Tragedy hits next door, in our midst and in our own lives and an outpouring of a whole different definition happens. 

This outpouring is one that requires less thought, more action. Less direction, more caring. Less darkness, more light. Love, selflessness, hope, joy, kindness. Heart.

It’s no surprise really, we all know the war between good and evil. Light and darkness. It’s an age-old battle. If you know, you know-the truth. And if you do, you shouldn’t keep quiet about it. 

These past months the truth has been coming out louder and louder. If you can’t hear it, you aren’t listening. 

I shake my head at the ignorance that continues to get attention on a worldly platform. It’s not supposed to be this way, but then again, yes it is. It’s no surprise. I’ve read the book, I know the ending. The battle is already won, but we determine which side we choose to be on. I’ve made my choice and I won’t be silent about it. I’m on the winning side. Thankfully I’ve been taught, and shown, the outpouring of love. Real love. And I know where TRUE love comes from. Along with this knowledge comes: compassion, kindness, joy, hope, fullness of life! LIGHT! Overwhelming, continual, overflowing…outpouring of light. So much so that it cannot help but pour out of everyone who shares this knowledge onto others. 

Our joy doesn’t come from possessions. This fact has been made very clear these past months as people flee from their homes while bombs destroy everything around them and fires ravage countless homes and acres and vehicles. 

As the rain falls softly just outside my window, after an outpouring of prayer for it, my heart overflows with awe for the love that I see through all the suffering. Worldwide and next door. If you don’t feel it, I’m sorry for you, but there’s still time.