In our yard, there’s this big hole in the ground. The kids dug it out a year ago and every time I cut the lawn, I hit it and it jars me against the steering wheel. We’ve tried to fill it multiple times. First, the kids tried sand, and then wood and finally rocks. The hole needed something more.
Each time we would have rain, the hole would return to its gaping nature. Finally, my husband filled it and compacted it with soil. The hole is no more and my body is happier when I cut the grass.
Many seasons come in my life where I crave something. I can’t put my finger on what it is exactly. I need Mexican food, or new clothes, maybe a Starbucks. After I’ve enjoyed it, I’m back to square one and the craving is still there.
How about you, what are you doing to appease the desire that needs filling?
Success, money or sex? Or how about trying to prove your worth through perfectionism, reputation or desirability?
Jesus Can Fill This Need
The problem with all of these “things” is that they run out too quickly and then we are back to the starting block.
We might think we need more friends to shoo away the loneliness, but they end up disappointing us. If we could only find Mr. Right, he’d make all our dreams come true. By the 2nd year of married life, we aren’t sure that even one dream is coming true.
It’s important to realize the reason why we can’t stuff this hole in us- we need Jesus. He is the only object that will fill and keep filling this heart hole up.I’m only kidding myself if I think I don’t need Jesus. Click To Tweet
My humanness likes to think I have the strength, ability, and the wisdom to just fill my heart with something else.
When life overwhelms me and I feel impatient, undone and unglued, I’m reminded that what I’ve been stuffing into this hole is wrong. Way wrong!
St. Augustine said We were made for You, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.
I can’t be filled unless I seek the One who fills me up unconditionally.
The truth is, I won’t be filled up to the brim until I am with Him in Heaven.
8 Reasons Why I Need Jesus:
- I can’t do this life alone. I need someone larger than life who is a stable force and gives me hope and wisdom to continue the journey.
- Change can’t happen on my own. I can try, but lasting change doesn’t happen apart from God.
- My purpose here is not to strive and accumulate, but to get more souls to Heaven. I can’t do this apart from the Holy Spirit.
- I need an eternal hope which doesn’t fizzle out but remains in the hard times. It is constant and never changes.
- Life is missing something, I feel it deep within me. Everything Earth-side runs out or disappoints.
- I need the assurance of a life after this human death; the promise of eternal life.
- In my humanness, I am sinful- immoral, selfish and incapable. I need a Savior.
- Jesus doesn’t need me to prove my worth to Him, because I’m already accepted and worthy.
I don’t know about you, but this gives me relief because I know where to find the fill to my longing and restlessness. The problem is, it goes against my human nature. It requires intentional action and hard work to turn from sin’s desires to the Savior to fill the hole.
Sometimes God widens this hole because He wants me to desire Him more and more. When I feel empty in spite of my relationship with God, I need to remember He may be widening the gap to allow Himself to fill me more.
Fill me oh Lord!
How do We Let Jesus Fill the Hole
~Ask God to help fill us with desire for more of Him.
~Believe expectantly He will fill us.
~Trust Him, let go and let God.
~Spend time with Him
When I start to get the familiar restless feeling, I will remember that’s my cue to turn back to Jesus and ask Him to fill my longing. I won’t try to shove other things in the place where God is supposed to be.
As far as the hole in the yard, from now on when the kids dig a hole in the yard, I’ll tell them to put the dirt they dug out back in right away.
If I find myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world. – C.S. Lewis