The seed went in a day ago. Then a week. Yet still they sit. Empty.
I want a sign of life. Truth be told, I’d prefer the harvest. Now, please.
I’m not good with the empty. Full is so much, well, fuller. And who doesn’t long for a full life. A full experience. A full cup. Overflowing.
Why do I forget empty is part of the process? Empty to fill. And that what looks empty may really be a miracle just not yet ready to be revealed.
God loves to work behind the empty.
Just look what he did with an empty tomb.
Note: Yes, I know it’s Monday. But it’s never the wrong time to write and reflect.
Join the 5-minute movement at The Gypsy Momma in her 5-Minute Friday challenge. Each week she posts a word. Set your timer for 5 minutes and just write. No stopping. No editing. Only 5 minutes. Just my style!