Empty this container, brimming.
Into this dust of the ground, hollow out, excavate empty places.
For something always comes to fill the empty places.
If I were empty, would He not fill me with more of Him?
He has to become greater while I become less (Jn.3:30).
Matt. 6:24 “No one can serve two masters…he will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and wealth.”
“Keep my Sabbaths holy that they may be a sign between me and you, that you may know that I am the LORD your God.” Ezekiel 20:20
“…when you fast…your Father who sees in secret will reward you.” (Matt. 6:17-19) “Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it.” (Ps. 81:10)
Words flood in, a tidal wave of roaring chatter rushing down like a wall of black. Soundlessly, dam rises, refusing babble, and mouth empties quietly.
“Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight…” Ps. 19:14
A spare moment surprises me. I let it be; let it shyly come. I shoo email, wave off the answering machine. And choose to wait, patiently, quietly. Listen. Pray. In a moment I will know.
“Be still and know that I am God.”