When we come empty

They say we’re all like sponges, like that square of yellow that soaks up.

It scrapes and cleans up messes but without water it just collects the dirt. I think it’s true, that we’re all a bit like a sponge. We can clean or we can collect and it depends on one word:


There are seasons we’re living with the ocean breeze, soaking in the warm sunshine and soaking up the water. There are seasons in the desert, wind whipping across our face, mouth parched and dry.

Spiritual warfare or not, if we don’t fill up we’ll have nothing to pour out.

A day holds enough in its hands to completely fill you up. Chores, laundry, words, making food, errands, homework, relationships, writing, projects. You could fill your plate so high and write a list so long that by 10:00am you’re already empty.

But what if you tried it another way? A releasing of all the things and a filling up of water. Not just any water, but Living Water. Because the thing about being a sponge is that you’re going to be squeezed.

The question is, what will come out?

When life is tough or a friend asks you for advice, will you speak an encouraging word or will you share the Word? Even when the days are dark, when you’re filled with Hope you know the light will come.

When we come empty, He comes to fill. Soak up the Good Stuff. Sit under the running Living Water until you’re so filled you could burst.

Pour out love and hope and faith, encouragement, trust and freedom. Free people free people and I have to wonder – do filled people fill people? Ultimately, only the Living Water will satisfy. May we be so full of Him that He is all that comes out.


We gather. Fast and in five minutes, with sisters and lots of delicious. Every Friday the prompt goes up and #fmfparty slows down. We write. We breathe out our hearts, sharing the hurts and the joys and splitting hearts and words wide open.