If I were a glass, just what kind of glass would I be? Let’s move beyond- for a minute- the “glass is half full/ half empty” scenario, and let me suggest, instead, living empty. Thirsty. Eager.
I don’t want to be half full of worldly things, of busy things, of flavored or watered down substitutes. Half-hearted promises, semi-living. Half full of availability. Half there.
And neither do I want to be half empty, of the fullness of God, of those things promised. Half empty of hope. Half empty seeking, living, freedom.
I don’t want luke warm, stale, stagnant water that just sits half touched.
What I do want is all empty. All craving. All pressing and longing. Thirsty. I want my hard edges to morph from solid, stubborn, unmovable substance into fluid, reaching, pressing upward, outward. More of you, Lord. I want to be space and make room for the Glory- Your Glory, God. Waiting and ready.
Sensing Your nearness. Firmly planted, and expectant, and submitted. All open. Unguarded. Accessible. Fully transparent.
I want to be ready. Unoccupied.
And then You come power down, Mighty and gentle and pouring out and into with awesome Splendor and merciful Love and filling completely- because You fill completely. True to Your Word, and character, You are the Fulfiller. Deliverer. Provider. Supplier. You are gracious and generous and You never hold back.
And I want to be ready to be filled by You.
And this. Once full. Only to be poured out again. Over flow. Flood out. Seeping Your Goodness and Magnificence and Beauty. Gracious Kindness and Love. Pour out of me, Oh Lord. Out of Your willing vessel.
And Oh, this beautiful invitation to cooperate in this dance of empty, waiting step to overflowing and out-pouring. Living Water, You move. It’s a promise to fill and a bidding to impart.
You are Love in motion. And I? Like a glass, empty, and waiting.
I don’t want to be half full of worldly things, of busy things, of flavored or watered down substitutes. Half-hearted promises, semi-living. Half full of availability. Half there.
And neither do I want to be half empty, of the fullness of God, of those things promised. Half empty of hope. Half empty seeking, living, freedom.
I don’t want luke warm, stale, stagnant water that just sits half touched.
What I do want is all empty. All craving. All pressing and longing. Thirsty. I want my hard edges to morph from solid, stubborn, unmovable substance into fluid, reaching, pressing upward, outward. More of you, Lord. I want to be space and make room for the Glory- Your Glory, God. Waiting and ready.
Sensing Your nearness. Firmly planted, and expectant, and submitted. All open. Unguarded. Accessible. Fully transparent.
I want to be ready. Unoccupied.
And then You come power down, Mighty and gentle and pouring out and into with awesome Splendor and merciful Love and filling completely- because You fill completely. True to Your Word, and character, You are the Fulfiller. Deliverer. Provider. Supplier. You are gracious and generous and You never hold back.
And I want to be ready to be filled by You.
And this. Once full. Only to be poured out again. Over flow. Flood out. Seeping Your Goodness and Magnificence and Beauty. Gracious Kindness and Love. Pour out of me, Oh Lord. Out of Your willing vessel.
And Oh, this beautiful invitation to cooperate in this dance of empty, waiting step to overflowing and out-pouring. Living Water, You move. It’s a promise to fill and a bidding to impart.
You are Love in motion. And I? Like a glass, empty, and waiting.