We’ve all got one. There’s a big God-sized hole in all of our hearts. And we try to fill it with everything and everyone but God.
We seek drugs and alcohol, sex and porn, relationships, and everything else under the sun.
We ignore that still small voice in our heads that whisper “there is more. There is more to life than this. Come with me.”
I talked to a girl once who assured me she loved Jesus with all her heart, but once the drugs and the alcohol came onto the scene she just couldn’t stop herself. It was like they were calling her.
I heard a man talk about his lust for the women on his computer screen. He loved his wife, he assured the audience, but his mind was sick from the naked stars at his fingertips. He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t force himself to stop.
I knew a girl who covered her scarred wrists with makeup to hide her habits from the teachers.
Her mother swore to herself it was just a phase.
We were in the seventh grade.
I met a gentleman once with a single scar across his wrist. He told me took glass to it and tore the tendons inside. It still hurts, he said, but he was all better. It happened about a year ago.
I went to school with a girl who never went without a boyfriend. Being alone made her feel empty.
A man I love so dearly is locked away in a prison because of the needles hidden in his couch. When his parole officer asked him why he did it, he replied: “it’s the only thing I have left to look forward to.”
These people are our brothers and sisters.
A common thread of want binds us all together.
We ache, we yearn, and we search for the one thing that will satisfy our souls and quench our thirst for that more we are so desperate for.
I have been there, too. I have drowned my sorrows in liquor. I’ve taken the blade to my skin. I’ve watched the exploitation of our fellow brothers and sisters on my computer screen hoping to feel something.
I’ve done it all, everything you can think of: I searched for some sort of relief for the ever-present burning in my soul.
I tried to stamp out my fear. I tried to silence my pain. I tried to destroy the gentle reminder of all of the more I was missing.
Dear one, nothing is going to fill these voids in our hearts other than the One who created them.
We were designed to crave God. We were designed to chase Him and to pursue Him. We were designed to love Him.
All of the cheap replicas of Him will never fill that hole in your heart. No poison, no blade, no compliment, nothing will satisfy our souls other than Him.
Put it down, whatever it is you’re filling yourself with. Lay it down at the cross.
Fill your soul with light. Fill your soul with love.
Fill that God-sized hole with God this time.
I believe in you. I’m proud of you. We can do this.