Hello there! Welcome to Five Minute Friday. I’m joining Lisa-Jo at the Gypsy Mama where today we write for five minutes on being empty. I’m a mother. I could probably write for five years on this, but I disciplined myself to keep it to minutes. Join me there?
- 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them.
There’s a quote floating around in the ether that says something to the effect of wanting to ‘die empty’. In other words, this person wants to give of themselves in such a way, that when it’s time to meet God, they have nothing left to give. They already gave it all.
When I first read this quote I had small children. Three little people who made constant irrational demands: Feed Me, Bathe Me, Get up in the middle of the night and pretend that you actually enjoy this part of mothering me. I thought it was the stupidest thing I’d ever read. I emptied myself on a daily basis over things like stinky diapers and toddler tantrums. Obviously this person was a man and had no idea what they were talking about. There was never anything left to give.
My children grew up a little. I stopped calling the person who said that quote stupid. I realized that this season of mothering very little ones is brief. I have to be purposeful about finding ways to empty myself now. I spill myself onto these dear ones still, but these days my husband gets more, and Jesus, and my treadmill. I discovered I love to spill onto the page too.
And I surprise myself, because I realize I’m working my way back to empty.