Pour

Pour! What you pour into your child, they will someday wear as fruit in their life.

I'm asking you to hold me accountable to finish the task I've been working on for several years, writing a book titled, Pour. Feel free to leave a comment or your thoughts regarding the passages. Over the next few weeks and months I will post random passages from the book. My passion to pour into your life, plant a seed to bear fruit for a great harvest. The following is a passage from my first write:

The verbal or expressive choices parents make in helping their children travel through their twenteens (ages 14-21) will impact their life as adults. The fruit they bear will in part be the seeds you've planted and your continuation of pouring throughout their life for a harvest.

The other day I asked my son to water the flowers and plants. He gathered up the pitchers and began filling them with water. As I was pulling out of the garage and glanced around at our ferns and wilted flowers I thought to myself how water will help revive them. I drove on to the gas station to fill the car up with gasoline. While holding the nozzle in the car, with the gas pouring into the tank I saw a mother yelling at her child. As if her child were miles away and couldn’t hear, she spewed her point filled with profanity at him and slammed the door. About that time my pump stopped because my gasoline tank was full. I returned the nozzle to the pump, put the cap on, sat in the driver’s seat and shut the door. Driving by the boy behind the slammed door our eyes met and I realized his tank is empty. What his mother had just poured into him drained his little heart, soul and spirit.

Pour – a daily act into lives of those we interact with. Some pour pure water even filled with fertilizer to help us in our growth. Others pour acid that rips us from within. There are even those who pour sludge which keeps us dredging uphill.

I was looking through my son’s new iphone. He was showing me all the great tools and programs on the iphone. As he pointed to the “Notes” icon he said and I can keep track of my days on the notes. We continued to look at his phone together and I asked him if I could look at the notes, facebook, youtube, etc, sure he said. Looking through his notes I noticed on each day he had typed, Won or Lost. As I continued to look through each day I saw where after each documentation of won or lost he would have a explanation, “I empowered” “I helped” or even “I was tempted but didn’t give in”. On lost he had “I wasn’t compassionate”. I asked him what each one meant and he explained he keeps track each day whether he wins or loses. Wow! Without even realizing, he had just poured into my life and on this day he could journal, Won, I poured.