Emptying to Fill

Like draining out a basin, lessen me.
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).

Full house drains:
Share books, donate clothing, release clutter, empty this house. To live lightly, with less stuff, that He might enlarge souls.

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.”

Spare Sabbaths offset full weeks:
Empty hours, non-existent checklists, a blank slate, upon which He may write,

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

Full stomach empties, fueling hunger for Him:
A hollow in the center of me to nourish an appetite for Him. A fasting from consuming little things that He may consume me, that I may consume the greatness of God. For

“…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)

Mouth full of words empties into soft silence:
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

Tentative, Empty Spaces grow:
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.”

I am emptying. Fill the empty places in me, Father. Fill me with You.