Thoughts on pouring myself out

One summer back in my days of angst, I camped out in the book of Ecclesiastes (Ecclesiastes, with all its "life is meaningless"talk is perfect for angst). I spent a long time in, and even wrote a poem about, chapter 11. The gist of it is, "You don't know what God is going to do with your life, so let Him fill you up and then pour yourself out and see what He does."

I've been thinking about being poured out lately. Now that I'm settled into life here, I hear God calling me to give of myself - who I am, what I have, what I can do. This thought was further reinforced when I read this post at Donald Miller's blog this morning.

So now I'm asking myself - what is my field to plow? And am I plowing it well? Good thoughts.