The purpose of my web log is to be a connection to my children, extended family and friends. However, all are welcome! Verse of the year: Philippians 4:12 I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.
| Wednesday, February 14, 2007 |
| The Dilemma of Emptiness |
 There was a very dry, arid valley. Shallow and naked, no overhang to rest even for a moment from the sun's angry damage. Not many plants appreciated the barrenness the valley had to offer.
Year after year after year the valley was subjected to the dryness. No hope, no change. Only more of the same heat, neglect and abuse that nature threw at it. The challenge of the heat of the sun is a good thing in balance. But for this valley there was no balance. No rain to refresh, no cool breeze to cleanse, no flora or fauna to provide light-hearted joy. Its soil rejecting nearly every seed that dared to try to embed itself in its nutritionally vacant soil. In this manner it existed; perpetual emptiness.
Eighty miles to the west, in a mountainous terrain, was a raging river that flowed with abundance. It settled for awhile into a large, natural reservoir, then dispersed into two different branches, both flowing - one to the north and one to the south of the dry valley. Each wandered its way through fertile land where grass and flowers grew, where animals came to drink and children came to play.
Then one wild spring storm brought more tumult from the river than the large reservoir could hold. The banks rose and rose with far more water than it could empty into the rivers it fed. Finally, at the far end of the reservoir, the edges gave way and a new branch was born. Off raced the trickles at first, into uncharted territory. Running like a colony mice from alley cats, the trickles wandered randomly, quickly around trees, mounds, flooding over onto the plain until it settled on a new path. Together now, all the little wandering streams became a deluge of it's own, demanding it's place on this virgin ground.
Finally it found its way to the arid valley. After a full week of relentless storming the new creek became an established brook and flooded the valley with water, finding itself a home.
After some time the look of the valley changed. The banks became fertile, with grass, bushes, flowers and trees. Animals would come by to find refreshment. Flies, bunnies, deer... the valley was now a vessel for the giving of life.
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I have often wondered what this thing is of "Being Christlike." I don't think I really ever understood it. Didn't God make us to be unique individuals? Whenever I would hear this phrase I would dismiss it, much like a person would when they hear a word from another language. Sure, I get the general idea of it because of its context. Whatever I imagined it meant never did inspire me.
Today I was journaling, trying to identify my fears on paper. Often I have seen my ugly heart "stuff" as one song puts it... "canyons in my soul."
I sat there and journaled... "What's the answer for my emptiness?" And I waited for Him.
"Being a good person, behaving myself?" I suggested. .... silence.
"Reading the Bible?" I suggested. .... silence.
"Going to church?" I suggested again. ... silence.
Then I got a picture in my mind. A valley... dry, arid, hungry hungry hungry and no hope in sight. In want of something, but not having remembered ever being quenched, it could not even identify in words or images what might be the solution to the ever-present death. I contemplated this scene for some time.
"I know this place," I said to myself. It was much like looking at an analogy of the dark places in my soul.
Then He whispered, "Me..." and I saw the valley flood with lively, lovely, life-giving water. Eager, desperate and random at first. Then, as it filled and became comfortable in its place, it playfully lapped on the edges of the new banks.
The valley took on the identity of it's contents. The smell was fresh and rejuvenating. Soon it brought life to all it touched. Hope and refreshment. Health, abundance, prosperity and joy.
 That is Christlikeness. My emptiness filled with Him. I become that vessel. Still unique, still my very own person... but now full of Him, not of lost hope. No longer empty and so hungry that I feel as though I could disappear. No longer needing to find something - anything to fill the emptiness with, only to find that it does not satisfy. Now, I am not only satisfied, but I also exist as a source of life to others.
Fullness of Him is the answer to the dilemma of emptiness. Christlikeness. Now that I understand it... I want it.Labels: Fatih |
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