start . . .
Empty . . . . there’s so many things I can think of with this word . . . .
the children telling me the milk container is empty,
just after being to the store
feeling alone, empty . . . .
the darkness we walked through
seven years ago . . . a long winter
any empty womb after the loss of a little one
sometimes feeling empty as a mom or wife . . .
running on empty . . . zapped . . .
I think of the opposite of empty
God filling my life
and not knowing want a truly empty stomach is like
a house full of children, laughter, messes
and not knowing an empty home
most of all during this season
I praise God for an
finish . . .
Joining Gypsy Mama and her Five Minute Friday.