Taking up a prompt again from…
Just looking at the word I feel it.
No, I don’t, really…
I remember it!
That old hollow that yawned within, that bottomless pit into which I stuffed things and events and experiences and busy lists of accomplishments, and yet it gaped still wide.
He said it, ages ago, Augustine did, that in us each that hungry vacuum lies that only the God of Life can fill, and so we have no peace, no slaking of our famine, are ever restless till we find our rest in Him, till He fills with His fullness and the hunger goes away, and all that stuff we used to grab to stuff the gap grows meaningless, or at least peripheral.
I’ve come to like the empty page, the empty vase, the empty calendar, with slots where I can place a thought, a flower, a time of prayer or a quiet walk, and still give all the wiggle room that lets each stretch wide and high and reach and spread. I need that “white space” into which to pour out that which God pours in…
I love the empty waiting canvas of a day, a night, a week, an eternity…
But not that vacuum of my past, dark craving cavern of a famished soul, athirst for…?
who fills all with His fullness.
“For in Christ all the fullness of the Deity lives in bodily form, and you have been given fullness in Christ…” –Colossians 2:9-10 NIV
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