If
passion is buried it creates a constipation of the spirit of a person.
If
I stuff my desires and my passions then I become frustrated and angry and then
disillusioned and then depressed and then numb.
Maybe
not in that order, but all of that is part of what happened when I tried to
burry the passion that is inside of me, that was created in me, that is part of
who God made me to be.
Denying
this part of me caused a back up in my soul, spirit, and body. The result was a build up, in my case, of
fat. That of course caused more anger
depression frustration disillusionment and numbness.
So
love – faith – hope – buried, stifled, set on a shelf, or otherwise unused is
not just sitting there doing nothing. It
actually became like a burr or a corpse, causing problems making me
uncomfortable, and stinking up my life.
I
think that anyone who does not use their passion, use the gift of love, of
faith, of hope, not only loses out on the reward in the use, the act of that
passion. They also cause a world of
problems of stink in their own lives. Eventually
it has to be dealt with.
I
think about Marc denying that passion in his life. No wonder he is ‘surface’ in his
communication. No wonder he is disgusted
with women. He has buried his passion
and in doing so not only did he lose out on that wonderful gift, but it was a
burr in his life, it caused part of him to begin to rot and petrify. He stuffed down his passion and in doing so
he stuffed down God. So he feels like he
is in prison. He is getting more and
more claustrophobic isn’t he?
He
has this huge passion that he has been denying and stuffing all these years,
just like me. I had not been holding it
in wait for the one, and neither had he.
He doesn’t realize it either.
That his heart is exploding to express that passion. He is miserable and he does not know why
does he?
I
was miserable and didn’t know why really.
I figured it was the human stuff, about love and rejection etc. But hey it’s all tied up with God and the
passion that He gave me in my soul to express the love I have for Him, by
loving my husband, and others. That
passion must be expressed or it is a spur in my life and eventually becomes a
rotting corpse that stinks up my life.
If
God gave me passion, it’s not for me!
It’s for those who are without love!
If
God made me strong, it’s not for me!
It’s for those who are weak!
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