Lately I've been hit by the realization that I'm surrounded by emptiness. No, that doesn't go far enough.
I'm finding nothing but emptiness in the things that used to fill me up.
"Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Jesus Christ my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ." (Philippians 3:8.)
There are so many things that simply don't matter.
There's really only one thing that will matter in ten minutes, ten days, ten years, a lifetime.
Jesus is alive.
As details about today's shooting in Connecticut flood the internet, St. Paul's words become louder and clearer than anything I've ever heard with my physical ears.
My heart has this overwhelming need to stand still this evening. All the little things that seemed earth-shattering before are empty and pointless now. I stare at the knitting project that I was convinced was going to be the death of me. Now it's just an insignificant pile of wool.
All I can think about is the fact that I'm still breathing, and I still have a husband and nieces nephews to hug the stuffing out of.
I have this overwhelming need to put all the useless crap on hold just for tonight. I need to hold onto this truth with everything that I am.
Jesus is still alive.
