Places to Pour Luke 6:38 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

There are hearts that learn early how to pour, how to give until the wrists ache and the well runs deep, how to become a refuge without ever asking to be one.

Mine became that kind of heart, overflowing with love that did not know how to stay contained.

I gave it first to my children, not because they lacked, but because they were already full,

their cups brimming with laughter, safety, and becoming. I poured anyway, not to fill a void, but to witness abundance meet abundance, love teaching love how to stand.

I gave it to those who lingered in long nights, where breath was counted and prayers trembled between leaving this world or finding the courage to remain in it.

I held their hands with quiet strength, spoke hope into places medicine could not reach, and let my heart sit beside theirs when the weight of existence felt unbearable. I gave because they needed it, and because love does not ask whether it will be returned when it sees suffering.

I gave it to those blessed enough to walk beside me, to rest in my presence, to receive counsel, comfort, loyalty, and unwavering support. Their cups overflowed too, not because they were empty, but because love kept choosing to multiply itself.

And still, I poured.

Not sparingly.

Not carefully.

But freely, the way rivers trust the sea to receive them.

Yet beneath all that giving lived a quiet yearning I barely spoke aloud.

What I wanted most was not another cup to fill, but a soul like mine.

A soul that understood the sacredness of receiving.

A soul that knew true beauty is not found in how much we give, but in the humility it takes to be loved fully without shrinking, apologising, or fearing loss.

A soul that recognised love as nourishment, not something to be rationed or earned.

I longed for someone who wanted my love as deeply as I wanted theirs.

Someone who would not fear my pouring, who would not step back when the well ran deep, but would stand steady and say, “Here, this is where your love can rest.”

I wanted a soul I could pour into without hesitation or restraint, not to rescue, not to fix, but to nurture, to partner with God in the quiet, holy work of becoming.

Someone who saw love not as pressure, but as provision. Not as obligation, but as invitation.

And maybe this longing was never a weakness. Maybe it was a reflection of God Himself, the One who pours without measure, who longs for hearts willing to receive, who knows that love cannot fully breathe unless it is both given and welcomed.

So I wait, not empty, not bitter, not depleted; but full. Full of a love that still believes there is a soul somewhere learning how to receive it. A soul who understands that love, when accepted, does not diminish us, it reveals who we were always meant to be.

Until then, I remain what I have always been: a heart shaped by giving, held by God, and trusting that one day love will not only pour from me, it will finally have a place to stay.

Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap.

Luke 6:38

Lord,

You see the heart you shaped in me, the one that gives without counting, that pours without fear,

that loves even when there is no guarantee of return.

You know the quiet longing I carry, the desire not just to give love, but to be met in it.

To be received.

To be chosen.

If my heart has learned to overflow, teach me also how to rest. If I have mastered pouring, teach me the humility of receiving.

Prepare the soul meant to meet mine, not to consume my love, but to honour it, to hold it as sacred, and to grow alongside it in the way You always intended.

Until that day, keep my heart soft, my love generous, and my trust anchored in you.

Let my giving never harden me, and my waiting never empty me.

I place my love back in your hands, knowing you waste nothing, especially a heart like mine.

Amen.

Places to Pour Luke 6:38 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

Places to Pour Luke 6:38 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.