I've been feeling empty lately.
Going through the motions more or less; bogged down by the flesh, pregnancy, motherhood.
My prayers have been lacking.
I have not been encouraging my husband.
I have not been lifting up others.
I have not been using my God-given breath to glorify Him.
I've been feeling utterly empty.
The moment of awareness came one morning when I felt heavy, I couldn't take even one more step. The sickness and the tiredness I felt was not physical, it was spiritual. I laid on my bedroom floor, as prone as a 7 1/2 month pregnant lady can, and prayed. Knowing not what to pray for, I just prayed.
A few minutes later I was able to sit up knowing what I was supposed to do next. Within my reach was my Bible. Opening it to Psalms, I read the first chapter I came across, then the next, then several more until I finally felt I could stand back up.
I knew what God was telling me to do, come back to Him.
Seek Him.
Talk to Him.
He missed me.
Like a father misses his daughter when she doesn't call or write, He missed me.
He missed me!
I wasn't feeling empty because He had gone somewhere, I had stopped seeking, if only for a little while. I needed to find Him, seek His arms.
I was feeling empty so that He could fill me!
Fill me with His love, grace, promises, His goodness, His mercy!
All I had to do was to look, to ask.
Reading my Bible daily and spending more time in specific, intentional prayer, I have felt His peace the past few days. Oh how I've missed this peace. Life still tries to get in, the girls still act like, well, themselves, but I have my peace back. I have been hugged by my Father and my cup runneth over!
If you haven't picked up your Bible in a while, why not start with Psalm 23. It reads like a love letter in the King James version.
I am so thankful for the love letters He has given us!