Passions

Not the kind between people, but the kind to do something.

Where does it come from?

With me some passions seem to have always been

without beginning and without end.

We are told to “ ...bridle all your passions that ye may be filled with love; see that ye refrain from idleness”

Passions are like:

Flames

They can warm you and others

or burn you up so there is nothing left.

How do you kindle them to warm and to light?

Not to furnace strength which leaves you with only ashes,

But to give light and hope.

Seeds

Plant it.

see if it grows.

if it does, how do I nurture it

so that I can reap the fruit of my labors

and not waste my strength, to have harvest, not ruin.

When does it become a weed?

Choking out all else, sleep, eating, thinking, reason, time, usefulness.

Hunger

needs to be satisfied, give nourishment not fat, energy not lethargy

Water

Life

health

not flood and over flowing to drown and lay waste and take away life

Sight

to give

vision not blindness.