Splash the Puddles

Last Sunday, very quickly, I came down with some violent fashion of a stomach bug. Hours later, just before I was going to attempt to snuggle up in my super comfortable bed and fall asleep, Walker started with it too. It began for him in such a way that demanded he and Will vacate their bed. We drug a twin mattress into the living room for Walker and moved Will to our bed to sleep with Cliff. In an attempt to isolate the sickness, we decided I would sleep on the couch right next to Walker's make shift bed on the floor. That night, my head laid directly in the spot I call "my happy place" in our home. Next to it sits an end table where my Bible, journal and current study find their home. I sit there, sipping my coffee, spending time with my Lord under the illumination of one of my favorite lamps as the morning rays shining in on me. Usually, I curl up under my pink bunny blanket my daddy gave me as a little girl and the dog snuggles up beside me. I love this place. A lot o...

An empty tank of gas won't get you to work. An empty container of shampoo won't clean your hair. An empty pantry won't feed your hungry brood. (I actually happen to know those last two to be fact from just this past weekend). An empty bank account won't pay the bills. Empty promises leave you disappointed. Empty nesters often feel lonely. Empty bags of chocolate contribute to the onset of depression. (I kid). Empty toilet paper rolls leave you, well.... poo. Empty stomachs yearn to be filled. Empty thoughts reveal ignorance. Empty hearts long for fulfillment. Empty: 1). containing nothing; not filled or occupied. 2). lacking meaning or sincerity When we encounter empty things, typically we experience a lack of productivity, fulfillment and satisfaction. I never enjoy finding the chocolate ice cream container empty in the freezer. Ever. Empty things don't provide. Empty things disappoint. Last night, my husband stood on the plot of land where our old church building ...