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.

They hear about this man. News travels fast along trade routes. Rumors fly down country roads.
And suddenly, here he is. Walking into their village.
They stand at a distance. Ten men. Diseased. Desperate in their pain and isolation. Unclean.
“Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.” They say it loud. Across the divide.
