How can an empty plate lead to fullness? Seems so contrary to the mind. And yet my soul gets it. Craves it. Pleads for it. An empty plate … Fullness.
My soul is tired of the cravings of this world. The cravings of my mind. My thoughts, actions, habits piled up, leading to false food. False fullness.
As my soul stirs to morning, awakening to the familiar, soft, pitter-patter of rain dripping down the gutter outside my window, it also stirs to the Lord’s awakening. To prayer. And with my eyes still closed and the last of my prayer offering still lingering in the crisp morning air, two words come — temple care.
Again, something that to the mind seems contrary. But to my soul? To my soul it speaks volumes in just two simple words!
And as I open my eyes and turn to my Bible, my soul opens up to truth. Ripped wide open by the words needed to fill all the deep, dark, desperate and discouraged crevices left hallowed out there … whittled away by the world, but now left open to receive! To believe. To fill and digest. To experience fullness.
“So take this seriously. The LORD has chosen you to build a Temple as his sanctuary. Be strong, and and do the work … Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Don’t be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you. He will see to it that the work related to the Temple of the LORD is finished correctly.” (1 Chronicles 28:10; 20)
And with the reading of these words, a new breath escapes my lips. A heaviness, buried deep down but stacked a mile high, drifts away with the morning dew. My Lord is with me. He will not fail or forsake me. He will see to it that the work needed is finished and finished correctly.
Sigh. Soul relief.
How long had I held that breath, craved that answer? How long had my soul been gasping … for a different kind of fullness? The kind found in an empty plate laid bare before our Lord.
My mind may question and be taunted by the daunting-ness (if that’s even a word?) of an empty plate. Of letting go. By my soul breathes freely. Breathes freely and dances in the joy of it! The joy to be found in the emptying of my plate. And for coming to the Lord’s table for fullness.
Lord, You came to bring us life and life to the full. Help us to empty our plates — to remove our thoughts, to remove our actions, to remove our habits that have stacked up — all the things of this world that we feast on that are not of you! May they be removed. And may we dance in the joy of coming to Your table with empty plates, so that they may be filled by You and You alone. In Jesus’ name, amen.