Five Minute Friday – Nothing

Five Minute Friday I’m back.  It’s been several weeks since I’ve held hands with the women of this community. Nothing earth shattering or life changing kept me from the action except the Montreal Canadiens made it to the Eastern Conference Finals so hockey has consumed my Thursday evenings.  Until last night. When they lost in Game 6 🙁  So with the skates, sticks and pucks cleaned out of the locker room I return to regularly scheduled programming including linking up with the inimitable Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday. 



Summer has been slow in coming.  The winter long and interminable kept us all in its clutches until last week. The breeze suddenly came from the south and carried with it the scent of lilacs and cheery blossoms which tickled our noses and made us look in hope for warmth and sunshine on our faces.

Yet with the promise of lazier and longer days, hands in the dirt and bodies covered with the slick of sunscreen I’m turning over some soul pain that has me feeling hollowed out and empty.  Words bubble up and tumble around my heart and then disappear as if nothing had been there.  EVER. 

I struggle to find words that help to identify memories I thought long buried, or memories that I very consciously swept aside hoping that time would turn them into nothing.  And this hollowed out feeling, this carving out of my soul has left me struggling with a faith that includes suffering and pain.  

At first I begged and tried to pray it all away.  Wishing for that feel good moment when I would once again feel full to the brim with trust and hope and joy.  I spent countless minutes on my knees with tears staining the floor asking God – “why now, why this moment, can’t you cut me a break?”

Then it hit me.  It struck me with such force. 

My nothing, is His everything.

My hollow empty places are His vessels to fill.

My eyes couldn’t see at first how my emptiness, my nothing was a gift.  How those aches that bruise a soul are aches that have me lean in hard until my head is resting against the waist of a Saviour.

My nothing, is His everything.

My emptiness, is Christ in me. 

And so with palms open I accept the empty, the nothing and offer them to Christ to fill.

“Three different times I begged the Lord to take it away. Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me. That’s why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships, persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Cor.12:8 NLT


This is my last post in this space.  My new website with its bright shiny new design kicks off on Mondays with a week’s worth of giveaways.  I can’t wait for you to join me over there as we spend time getting to know each other and Jesus. 

1 Comment

  1. Yes-our nothing can become everything through Him! Not a comfortable spot to be in, but He can use it to transform our lives into something glorious, if we let Him!

    Wonderful words, friend! 🙂 And congrats on the new site!!

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