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God is filling the empty place within me
There was a room inside my chest
no furniture, no light, just echoes of almosts
and footsteps that never stayed.
I tried to decorate it with people,
hang pictures of promises on the walls,
burn candles called maybe
and this time he’ll love me right.
But the wind kept blowing them out.
That empty place ached like a hunger
nothing human hands could feed.
I called it loneliness.
He called it space reserved.
And when I finally stopped
trying to rent it out to broken souls,
God walked in not loud,not forceful,
just holy.
He didn’t shame me for the dust.
Didn’t ask why I let strangers track mud across my heart.
He just rolled up His sleeves
and began restoring.
He patched the cracks with grace.
Painted the walls with peace.
Hung forgiveness like curtains
over windows I once boarded shut.
Now when I breathe,it doesn’t echo.
It sings.
Now when I stand alone,I don’t feel abandoned
I feel accompanied.
That empty place was never meant for temporary love.
It was built cathedral high
so only something eternal could fit.
And God slowly, tenderly is filling every corner of me.
~butterfly ~
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God is filling the empty place within me
