Emptied to Be Filled – A Hard Conversation with God

 Me:

God… why does this hurt? Why does it feel like everything is being stripped away?

God:

Because I’m making space.

Me:

Space for what? It just feels like loss…like I’m losing the things I thought you gave me. The things that made me feel… confident, secure, even proud.

God:

Exactly, You’re full! Full of those things and whatever you’re full of, there’s no room for Me.

Me:

But some of those things were good, weren’t they? Relationships, opportunities, dreams…

God:

Yes, Good, but not better than Me. Good, but competing with Me, and if they ever stood in the way of you depending on Me, knowing Me, trusting Me, then they had to be broken.

Me:

So this is what pruning feels like?

God:

Yes, It’s never comfortable, never neat. I’m not just cutting dead branches, I’m removing what might bloom without bearing fruit.

Me:

But couldn’t there be an easier way? Couldn’t you just teach me these things without the pain?

God:

How else would pride die unless what fuels it is removed?

How else would you know grace unless you’ve needed it?

How would you learn forgiveness if you were never wounded?

How would you grow in patience, self-control, trust if everything always went your way?

Me (softly):

You’re right, I don’t want to admit it, but… you’re right! I thought I wanted more of you, but I didn’t realize it would cost me… me.

God:

That’s what surrender really is. It’s not just singing the songs, or saying the words, it’s letting Me undo you, so I can remake you.

Me:

I’ve been asking, “What’s wrong with me?” or “What’s wrong with the plan?” But maybe the better question is, “What are you building in me?”

God:

Exactly! I’m forming something eternal in you, something weighty. You see broken pieces, but I see a vessel that’s finally ready to carry glory.

Me:

So I’ll stop fighting it, I’ll learn to sit in the discomfort, not rush it, not numb it. Just… let you work.

God:

That’s where trust is born. When you can’t trace my hand, but you still believe in my heart.

Me:

Help me remember that when it gets dark again. When I feel empty again.

God:

You won’t stay empty, I promise! I’m just making room and I always fill what I’ve emptied…this time, with more of Me.

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Maybe you’re reading this from a place of discomfort, wondering why things feel like they’re falling apart. Maybe, like me, you’re tempted to ask, “God, what’s wrong with me?” But perhaps what’s happening isn’t punishment, it’s pruning. Not rejection, but realignment.

You’re not being emptied for the sake of emptiness. You’re being emptied to be filled, with something better, deeper, eternal.

Don’t run from the breaking, Sit with it. God is not cruel, He is kind, even here.🫶🏽

From my heart to yours,

Olga