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“Never Wasted”


We give unconditionally,
We pour intentionally,
We serve wholeheartedly.


But what happens when the seeds 

we nurture
don’t produce the harvest

we expected?


We may feel—
Frustration,
Disappointment,
Resentment.


Still, the oil was never wasted.


Love doesn’t always bloom.
Sometimes it withers.


You can’t grow a cactus
and a peace lily
in the same climate.


The requirements are different.

Relationships mirror the same truth.


Check the temperature 

of your connections.
Inspect the roots.


Reciprocity isn’t selfish.
It’s stewardship.


One-sided, unequally yoked bonds
will always drain your resources.


Invest in quality, not quantity.

And never force fit
what refuses to grow.


Release yourself—fully,
without guilt, 

shame, 

or condemnation.


Give yourself permission 

to weed out what doesn’t 

align with God’s plan.


And sometimes the truth

of that revelation may hurt

but it will always cultivate growth. 


Don’t shun the hurt

and stunt the process.


In “The Fault in Our Stars,”
John Green shared, 
“Grief does not change you—
It reveals you."


Remember LOVE is 

never wasted
when it lands 

where it belongs!








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