One of the saddest parts of life is when we think that we have plenty when in fact, we are empty.
It is when we realized that more than being empty-handed, we are empty-hearted.
“Empty-hearted” that implies two resounding things:
First, it echoes the rhetorical classic,
“If a tree falls in the desert, and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?”
Love without an object of love negates love itself.
Second, it’s a prequel to being brokenhearted.
A feeling of being pushed away; a constant subtle rejection that seems to never get tired of
breaking broken hearts.
Negated love. Neglected love.
Yet in this rock bottom quagmire, emptiness makes quintessential things clearer to see — that we are broken to be made whole again by the only One who can complete us and that the meaning of life that each one of us are striving to find can only be found in the One who created it.
May our hearts cling on to this truthful statement made by the psalmist…
“If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there…”
God is love. He loves.