The Empty Fix
Lord, I marvel because…
You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar… Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? Psalm 139:2,7
I am your greatest fan, but I do more than cheer you on, more than weep with your tears and shout with your victories. I celebrate you. When the world tries to empty you dry, I bathe you in living water, reminding you that in Me, you posess everything. I was stripped of My glory so you could wear My righteousness. In my books, you’re holy, sanctified, set apart.
Nobody delights in the details of you like I do. I love being with you when you come in and when you go out, when you’re loud and when you’re quiet. You’re an unforgettable splash of joy I carry inside. Stay aware of my presence. It’s true. I’m with you always.
Prayer: Beloved Heavenly Father, no one deserves our everything but You. Forgive us for dwelling on our emptiness more than on our fullness in You. What in the world could we want besides You ~ our Forever Treasure?
May the pressure of our trials churn us into Your pearls ~ bright, radiant expressions of Your handiwork ~ until every knee bows and every tongue confesses Your Lordship forever. Amen