Monday, August 23, 2004

empty

before I journeyed here
my heart was full
ideas
skills
techniques
strategies
now I sojourn
far from home
emptied of all I once knew
nameless
voiceless
useless?

afraid that before I find
my voice in this culture
I will have nothing left to say
what was profound and meaningful before
now seems
out-of-touch
foreign
irrelevant
unneeded

so, Lord, I sit here
empty
like the jars at Cana lacking wine
thirsty for You to fill me again
with your living water
so I can again pour
into the lives You've gathered
around me

Come, Lord Jesus,
do your miracle in me.

(from my journal March 7, 2004)