Humbled

A poem on the humility that comes through suffering and refinement; when everything is removed from our lives, yet we continue to praise and trust in Him.

I am nothing.

Completely empty

And void of substance.

Yet, I lack nothing.

You have stripped me bare,

Peeled back the layers,

Removing every

Desire and dependency.

You have emptied me out,

Throwing all that I am into the furnace.

Burning every evil tendency

In the scorching fire of refinement.

All that is not pleasing to you –

sent to the grave.

Father, I am your empty vessel.

My heart is pained and grieving,

Yet I know that you are enough.

I shall not want; I do not lack.

I deserve nothing,

No blessing or love.

Yet, you pour out your Spirit,

Flooding my heart’s void with living water.

Even though you have taken

All that I ever loved,

I will not curse your name.

I will praise you forever.

For your goodness and love

Reign eternal.

You are above the pain,

With a greater perspective.

You are painting the canvas,

You are sculpting the clay –

Envisioning the final product.

I live knowing

In love

And in discipline,

you destroy to rebuild.

Father, I trust you.

You know me best -

Aware of my deepest needs,

And aligning my desires.

Though I am empty,

I am full.

Though I have nothing,

I have everything.

With you,

I am completely satisfied.

Father,

Your love is enough.

“But I will rejoice even if I lose my life, pouring it out like a liquid offering to God, just like your faithful service is an offering to God. And I want all of you to share that joy.”

‭‭Philippians‬ ‭2‬:‭17‬ ‭NLT‬‬