Empty

Despite it being Eastertide, I am feeling a little deflated. Tired. Empty. I thought, since I am not a minister in a church anymore, post Holy Week would not be as exhausting. I mean, I’m not leading various worship services, from Palm Sunday to Maundy Thursday or “Good” Friday to an early Sunrise Service Sunday morning. (Seriously, did Jesus really rise that early in the morning?)

Side note: there will be no judgement from the peanut (easter egg) gallery about missing an Easter Service. Until you talk to all the other people who you only see on Easter, don’t judge me.

Well, I was wrong. i am completed drained. I didn’t even make it to an Easter Service this year as I am stuck in-between Maundy Thursday and Easter Sunday. Empty. Not like the tomb but like a well that is bone dry.

I wrote this a few years ago. Seems appropriate now, as i stand in the shadows, hoping for my own resurrection.

Empty

Fill me with Your spirit
Fill me with Your love
Fill me with Your hope
Fill me with Your space
Fill me with Your grace
Fill me with Your life

I feel so empty

Fill me with Your compassion
Fill me with Your peace
Fill me with Your touch
Fill me with Your care
Fill me with Your kindness
Fill me with Your life

I feel so empty

Lord, my bones are dry. My vessel is drained.

Please, pour your rain over me and heal my soul.

Linda C. Moore (c) 2016