Feeling empty?


A large box containing a new wooden oval dining table arrived at my daughter’s home. My son-in-law and I opened it. We laughed, because tucked in the corners were protective cardboard buffers, each labeled EMPTY BOX—only empty was spelled wrong—EMTY. 


How empty must you be to not even spell out the word empty?


But I can imagine there are those feeling empty enough right now to know what that feels like.


Empty of joy because of pain—either physical or emotional.


Empty of purpose because of lack of motivation, or worse, rejection.


Empty of worthiness because it seems efforts don't make a difference.


I suppose there are many more ways to feel empty. 


Emptiness can be a dangerous feeling. We don’t want to feel that gnawing sense inside us. 


So, it’s easy to grab something to make emptiness go away…food, drink, distractions. I’ve been there. It doesn’t help because it doesn’t last long.


But there is something that can fill the empty places: Hope


Hope is actually a gift from God. He knows how “emty” life can get. And he’s got a daily supply of hope waiting for you. Just ask him. He will fill you up as often as needed. 


This was one of those weeks I was feeling "emty". So, a misspelled box became a funny reminder to ask God for some hope—and now I'm back to my hope-filled self.



Our hope comes from God. May He fill you with joy and peace because of your trust in Him. May your hope grow stronger by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13

 

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