There are few things I enjoy more than the written word, and I am a little heart-broken at this discovery. Even so, the questions that started me on this specific journey shout to me in this moment.
"Who/what will fill you?"
"How will you know when you are full?"
"Where can you go when you are empty?"
"Why do you want to be filled - and with what?"
We fill our lives with so much - homes and gadgets and people and events - but when do we acquire enough?
Sometimes it seems my life does not have room for any more problems and questions, for any more obligations and dreams. I just long to be emptied of myself, which is a frightening thing to want. Such a request often strips someone down to nothing. And the nakedness of having and being nothing makes one vulnerable and weak, but it also makes one ready and qualified.
This month I begin by asking to be made empty so that I may be made truly full. With fear mixed with hope and a little bit of expectation I pray that I "may be filled with all the fullness of God."