“My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.” — Philippians 4:19
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.” — Matthew 5:6
I wandered behind my human this morning, nose to the ground and tail doing its usual slow-motion windshield wiper. We stopped by an old farm where a tall old rusted metal silo stood against the blue sky. I sniffed around the bottom, hoping somebody had dropped some cornbread (or least an ear of corn.)
No such luck.
“It’s empty,” my human said.
Now, I don’t know much about silos. I’m more of a porch-and-food-bowl kind of fellow. But my human stood there looking at that empty tower like it was preaching a sermon.
He said, “An empty silo isn’t a sign that the farmer quit. It’s a sign the harvest was used for what it was meant for.”
That got my floppy ears to perk up.
You see, I don’t like empty things.
I don’t like an empty food bowl.
I don’t like an empty treat jar.
And I especially don’t like an empty chair when I think somebody ought to be scratching my ears.
But maybe I’ve been looking at empty all wrong.
An empty silo means somebody was fed.
An empty basket means bread was shared.
An empty wallet might mean generosity won.
An empty cross means the price was paid.
An empty tomb means death was defeated.
Seems like God has a habit of turning empty into something wonderful.
Sometimes I hear my human pray when he thinks nobody’s listening. He’ll tell the Lord he’s tired… stretched… running low.
If I could talk, I’d remind him what that old silo taught me.
God never asks us to stay full.
He asks us to stay faithful.
He fills us so we can pour out.
Love gets poured out.
Grace gets poured out.
Kindness gets poured out.
And when the silo is empty because you’ve been blessing others, don’t be afraid. The same God who filled it before knows exactly how to fill it again.
I gave that old silo one last sniff before heading home. Still no cornbread (or corn for that matter.)
But I did leave with something better.
An empty silo isn’t the end of the story.
It’s just waiting on the next harvest.
And if God’s been faithful before, this old dog figures He’s not about to stop now.
Prayer: Lord, when I feel empty, remind me that You are the God who fills what has been faithfully poured out. Help me trust Your next harvest and live generously until it comes. Amen.
Keep the Faith… Carpe Diem
