Because my heart is full, but my hands are empty. My pockets are empty.
My words are empty.
I lie on my back trusting weight to white cotton rope.
And I stare up at glistening green needles against blue.
And I wonder.
24 hours and I’ll be in Atlanta.
24 more hours and I’ll be in the Alps again…
Large loom the many lessons that have recently precipitated out of rough water around here, but these two are paramount:
All that is human is flawed; futile. And,
Heaven alone is worth living for.
Then Lord of Glory, fill your people through our emptiness…
With Your Own overflowing heart.