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.

“Give us this day our daily bread” (Matthew 6:11).
Contentment with what I hold in my hands is fleeting. Feeling it’s not quite enough.
Subtle dissatisfaction. And an inner push for “more than.”
Then, some days, I just ignore the meal set before me.
Distracted. By things less filling.
