running on empty

I longed for something to say this morning ... something to impart. I searched, but found nothing. Oh, I could have found something worthy to say, a tidbit of wisdom, a Scripture, but it wouldn't have been from the Holy Spirit for today's bread. Therefore, it wouldn't be worth saying.

Oh, I know why. I haven't been filling my lamp. (Matthew 25) I have allowed myself to be lulled into complacency -- oh, how easily it comes! -- to put it off, or believe that a cursory reading of today's devotional online will be enough to keep me going.

Now I'm finding my tank is nearing empty, and it's reflecting on my body as well.

Oh, I still have the joy of the Lord. I still have my salvation. But my armor is feeling heavy and I have not much to give to the needy around me.

This is not victory. This is not overcoming. This may be standing, but not "having done all." (Ephesians 6)

So, I am turning off the worship music through the speakers and turning within toward Him whose very presence makes me weep, sing, dance, fall to my knees, and whatever else my spirit needs to/must do at His feet. I am going to start filling my lamp again.