I feel like I've been living on empty for a while now. Empty of energy. Empty of motivation. Empty of creativity. Empty of enthusiasm. And, existing on empty can only maintain itself so long before the want-to-be-full feeling begins to seem unattainable.
Maybe I feel empty because I'm tired. Middle-of-the-night meetings with a certain three month old will do that.
Or maybe because I'm in a period of transition. The kind of transition that began a year ago and that I never anticipated would still involve the haze of wondering and praying and waiting.
Or maybe because I sometimes feel alone. The weight of family burdens or other relational strains aren't always appropriate to openly discuss.
Or maybe because I think too much. Scenarios play out, worries creep in, and joy diminishes when my thoughts on are on circumstances.
And it's all in vain.
It's in vain because Jesus invites me to "Come... all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." (Matthew 11:28)
It's in vain because Jesus tells me to "Cast all [my] anxiety on him because he cares for [me]." (1 Peter 5:7)
So in these days-turned-to-weeks of emptiness, I'm praying and believing in fullness. Fullness of peace and joy and contentment and purpose. Jesus has promised it and I am claiming it.