broken and empty
In one’s deepest moments of despair, to sob, is to pour out the sorrow that words cannot express.
Oh to touch the face of God and wipe away His tears for me. Those He wept on Calvary’s cross and saved to set me free.
Some burdens are simply too much to bear alone. Today every sorrow of my afflictions is poured out at the feet of Jesus. Years of suffering and trials that have tried to consume me lay splattered on my cheeks and on the ground before me. The sheer weight has been overwhelming day after day, and yet, I rise, putting one foot in front of the other and trust deeply in the process.
Today I empty myself, weak from the suffering and weary of the utter exhaustion of it all. What happens next is out of my hands - it always has been. Today I choose to empty my hands and heart and stand honest and vulnerable before my King. Heal me or don’t. It doesn’t matter anymore. My heart is abandoned to His love, His purpose and His grace. I can strive no more. As if I have breathed my last breath, pouring it all out, I wait silently and as the shaking and sobbing subside, I know a Divine exchange has taken place. There’s nothing left to give and so, as I linger at the feet of my beloved, the only possible thing to do, is receive.
A broken, empty vessel, ready to be mended, filled and used for His intended purposes. How can there be a higher calling. I’m ready Lord. If You can use anything, You can use me.
