Empty spaces…some holes can never be filled

Empty spaces…some holes can never be filled

As we feel the impact of losing those we love...

We feel the empty space…

That can never be filled

There are as many processes…

Of attempting to fill the hole of an empty space…

As there are each of us

It’s a personal journey

We don’t have to travel it alone…

But we do have to carry our own backpack…

Filled with our personal tools of…

Nourishment and coping skills

Often when we start out on a journey…

We think we need one thing…

And it turns out that we didn’t need that at all…

But may need something else instead

We have a choice…keep holding on to what we don’t need…

Thinking that we may…while trying to stuff in what we do need…

To the point where we no longer have room for anything else…

That we will need…as we journey on

And although many of us have encountered…

Many holes…empty spaces…that just popped up…

Along the way…some deeper and wider…

Harder to cross…than others...

Often the source of that empty space…

Already provided what we would need…

When we come to that empty place

We have what we need within us to fill it…

It doesn’t feel like it at the time

Now once we’ve had to patch an empty space…

It will never be the same…

But I believe that God will provide what we need…

To build a bridge over it…so that we don’t stay stuck

Some holes we just can’t fill…and they are not to be

Can’t go around…or ignore them…

They will never go away

We need help and time…to cross them

On our journey…sometimes we revisit the same empty space

But I’ve learned that as time goes on…

I’m stronger and wiser in knowing exactly what to pull out of my backpack

So during this season of missing the light that guided me to this path…

You see what I write…because of her motivation and inspiration…

Her belief in someone who didn’t believe in herself…

One who reminded me of my value…when I couldn’t see it

She shed light on gifts that I use to build bridges…

Over many holes that continue to come…

The more they come…the more I use my gifts…

The more determined I am to use what God has blessed me with…

And the wisdom of those that He blessed me with…

Past…present…and yet to be…

To build bridges…continue the journey…though different...

While using the resources in my backpack…

And taking stock…every now and then…

Of what’s weighing me down…why…

What I really need…or don’t need…as I journey on…

Building bridges for myself and those coming behind me to cross…

Or just simply being a bridge for others…as others have been for me

Some holes you just can’t fill…they never go away…and that’s okay…

They are our reminders of where we got the strength…

To build the bridge in the first place...so today …

I sit on the bridge and acknowledge it’s emptiness…

In the world…but not in my heart…