Sitting on empty. In some seasons.
Even with daily seeking.
Even though I’m reading the Word. Praying.
Even as I walk in fellowship and family.
All those pieces and places usually keep my heart and mind filled to overflowing.
But now? Empty.

Sitting on empty. In some seasons.
Even with daily seeking.
Even though I’m reading the Word. Praying.
Even as I walk in fellowship and family.
All those pieces and places usually keep my heart and mind filled to overflowing.
But now? Empty.

“This feels like an earthquake.”
Every week brings news of another person, couple, or family leaving. Exiting an area of the world where we live and serve at the time.
They retire early. Or move back home to pursue something new.
It starts large. Shaking hard. Then we feel tremor after tremor.
Enough to unsteady the feet.
And trouble the mind.

A storm blows through our area recently. High winds topple trees.
Taking out electricity.
We sit in darkness. Reminiscing.
Memories of long outages. And the same old feelings rise.
Wondering. How long? Will everything in the freezer be ruined?
