It is the season of burning away the old, preparing for what is to come. Setting fire to the dross can be frightening. It has become familiar, and feels like part of me. But it is not. It only keeps me from fully knowing who I am.
And so I clean closets, pulling out the tangled messes that have grown between the years. I take inventory of what I have, so I can answer rightly when a prophet asks me, “what do you have in your house?”. I am sorting, cleaning out the old, and allowing God into the open spaces. How can He fill what is already full? And so I empty and pray He fills me to the edges. Becoming empty is frightening. What if He does not fill the ache?
In the spring, new life emerges. The charred places recede and the green spreads like joy. A cross becomes a symbol of love and sacrifice and we are grateful that the tomb is indeed empty.
Empty, so we can be filled with Love Himself. For He is love.
Isaiah 48:6 ~” “From now on I will tell you of new things, of hidden things unknown to you.”
Isaiah 43:19 ~”See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.”