Hole in My Soul

“Lord, I crawled across the barrenness to you with my empty cup uncertain in asking any small drop of refreshment. If only I had known you better I'd have come running with a bucket." ~ Nancy Spiegelberg

Lent has its barren moments in the desert where I feel alone and tempted to give in to the voices of the Seducer. I crawl, indeed perhaps slither, like the snake that whispers in my ear that I am unworthy, incapable, beyond repair. That part of me holds out an empty, battered cup with a shaking hand. Really what I need to realize this Lent is that I can stand on firm ground as the sand shifts around me, and swing my bucket with hope and faith because You know exactly what I need before I even ask. You desire my wholeness even more than I do. You fill my empty spaces and holes in my soul. You wait for me to realize that even a bucket will not hold all that you wish to pour into me. Be open!

Peace,

Suzanne