So I was sitting in church on Sunday and for some reason I started thinking about a teapot. Maybe it’s because I had been reading/watching some movies and books based in Wonderland and tea seems like a big deal there. But anyway, I started thinking about how God pours His love into our lives but it’s not meant to just stay in our hearts, we in turn should pour out His love to others. It’s kind of like how a teapot is pretty useless if you just put warm tea in it and let it sit there. But if you pour it out into other people’s teacups, everyone can enjoy it. I know it’s not the greatest analogy, but for some reason it came to mind and I thought I’d write a poem about it. Also, I kept noticing references to pouring throughout the church service, so maybe God was trying to tell me something. In any case, I hope you enjoy this short poem.
I am a Teapot
I am a Teapot
short and stout.
Not meant to sit pretty
but to be filled and poured out.
God pours in His love
and I pour it back out.
And find I’m most full
when I’ve shared love about.
But I must never forget
the love that I give,
comes not from myself,
but from Him who first gave.
And so I return to be filled once again
and pour out His love that never ends.
NovelSisters 
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