Running On Empty

This week has been incredibly boring. After taking the MCAT last weekend, when I have free time I just don't know what to do with myself. Monday morning I woke up so happy. Yeah, I had to go to Statistics at 8:00, but I didn't care. I just felt free. No more worries. No more studying--for the MCAT at least!

But today wasn't so boring. Today was jammed backed full of activities. There's no way I could have done everything. In fact, I only did about half. And at the end of the day I was still rushing around. My car was dinging at me, telling me it was empty. My stomach was growling for my attention. And my phone was even incessantly beeping alerting me that it would die at any second. As I pulled in the gas station with everything in my car telling me it was empty and needed my attention, I began to think about emptiness.

I just wonder how my times I run around spiritually empty like that. I mean, there was a gas station and a restaurant on every other corner. They was no reason for both my tank and tummy to be empty. And my phone sat by its charger all night last night. But I never stopped to address any of those situations before things got bad. I was getting a headache and feeling so thirsty. I was wondering if I would have enough gas to make it to the next stop and knowing that if I didn't my phone might not last to call for some help. All the incessant beeping was killing me!

I know my heart looks like that sometimes. I know it gets so empty and hungry. And I run around and around. I stop the beeping for awhile with friends or fun or whatever, but it's never enough. And the beep is back. So, I deaden it some more. Both nothing ever satisfies my hunger. Nothing like the arms of the Lord. I'm finding time and time again that He does it for me. I'm finding that I was made for Him. And I really like that. I really like being His.