Five Minute Fridays: Empty
I'm joining the Gypsy Mama for her Five Minute Friday Challenges. We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. No editing, no back peddling. We take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids. On Fridays we write like we believe we can fly. Won’t you join us? Today's subject: Empty
It's wet, windy, and cold as I walk out to my car, the sun hidden behind ominous clouds. It mirrors my mood and there's something comforting about that, about not having to feel the way I feel and face a sunny day.
It's grace I'm sure. God's grace for the grumpy pile of poo I feel like.
But beyond that---emptiness. That's what I feel today.
Empty, used up, wrung out.
And tired, my Lord, so very tired!
The kind of tired that seeps into everything I do, feel, and think. The kind that will take more than a margarita and a day at the beach. The kind that longs for wholeness amidst the broken and life where there is death.
So I go to the only place I can fill my empty cup, become whole--His presence.
And I wait there begging "fix me, Lord!"
For him to fill me up and smooth over the cracks in this cup.
And then I hear, ever so softly...
Grace, my child. My grace is sufficient.
And I thank Him for feeling this way, and for the cold and the rain---for the cracks and rough edges, for brokenness and death...all necessary. All part of His plan.
Suddenly my soul, it feels a bit less empty.
And the sun finally peaks out through the clouds.