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The Empty Jar

photo (2)I have so many things to be thankful for. I am blessed beyond what I should be (that’s grace for ya!) and there are days the remembrances of blessings past and present overwhelm my human heart.

One of those blessings is my empty jar. Yes, a jar. The CEO of the company I work for asked me once if I liked pesto. Um, yeah… doesn’t everyone? Anyway, the next day he brought me pesto in a jar. That night I made the BEST shrimp dish EVER with it – shrimp, pesto, avacado, tomato, goat cheese, onions. His pesto has nuts in it, which I love. It gives the pesto such a different flavor. I sent him a picture of my dish because I loved it that much. Taking pictures of food is not my thing. I ended up deleting my instagram account because most of the pictures were of food. Don’t get me wrong. I love food. To a fault. I just don’t want to look at pictures of food all the time. But that’s just me.

Anyway, back to my jar. When my jar was empty I washed it to return the following day. When I gave it back, the CEO informed me that anytime I brought it back he’d fill it with something. Just because he loves doing it. WHAT? Heck ya!

So today I arrived at work to find that my jar was filled with home-made hummus. It was sitting in the refrigerator with my name on it. How great is that?? Pretty great. Definitely a great way to begin a long work day.

My jar reminds me, too, that so often we feel sheepish returning “empty” to our Father for him to fill us up. But we shouldn’t. He LOVES us and LOVES doing it FOR us. The coming, the washing, the talking, the filling up… all of it. He doesn’t turn us away EVER because of the crusty old stuff left-over from whatever life left on us. He simply washes it, fills it with something good and returns it FILLED. Filled with GOOD stuff. No traces of the old. How great is that? Amazing, really. A miracle.

So sometimes you may get pesto and sometimes you may get hummus. Whatever it is, it’s bound to be good.

Because our Heavenly Father is good.


December brings parties and papers to sign and gifts to buy and lights to hang and trees to decorate. Our December is no different. Until this week.

This week I am alone. I remember a time I used to think I’d LOVE a minute, an hour, or a day all to myself (and when I had those moments I did cherish them). Those thoughts are gone, as the reality of true alone-ness sets in. There are still days that I cherish being alone. I’ve always carved out some time alone to recharge, chill, contemplate, or just sleep.

It’s different when you CHOOSE to be alone. I really did not understand this until today. I said goodbye to my sweet three and gave them extra hugs and kisses last night, knowing I would not see them before I left for work or for the rest of the week.

Some days/weeks without them doesn’t bother me, but today it does. Maybe it’s the gloomy weather. Maybe it’s because I’ve already worked 8 hours and I’m tired and sleepy. Maybe it’s because it’s the week before Christmas.

Whatever the reason, being alone stinks. I can say this because I tend to be a loner most often by choice. This is not by choice and so it stinks.

But then this morning I read this and I’m encouraged that it is possible to be alone, but not lonely. My prayer for this rest of this year and next is that I would be able to divorce loneliness. It is not my friend and a companion that is doing nothing but making my life miserable.