Our world has been turned upside down by COVID-19. Young or old, none of us have seen anything like this before. Weariness coats our existence. Grief stalks us as unfamiliar routines become the new normal. For all who are weary and have nothing to give today, this is for you. Your brokenness is okay. All the cracks you feel prepare you for leaking love.

 Empty, so empty.
 The chamber of my soul cracked and dry.
 How can I give another day when I have nothing?
 ...when weariness coats my existence like an ill-matched glaze
 on a cracked and misshaped pot.
 I am spent.
 Poured out.
 Nothing left but sharp words and loud sighs.
  As morning's fog wraps around me I know that my body has found  rest.
But not my soul.
 Why does love scoop out the hollows and take  every drop?
 It costs more than I have to spend.
 I wait, a cracked and misshaped pot, waiting to be filled.
 I wait while birds sing a springtime song on a winter morning,
 whispering of life exploding under the surface,
 waiting to burst out on the other side.
 I sit.
 I wait.
 The tender hands of my Creator pick me up. 
There is a smile in those hands,
 a love for cracked and misshaped pots
 that leak more than they hold.
 My Creator drinks from me 
and in that drinking I am filled for
 it is love that brought me to those lips, 
not to take but to give.
In that tender-hold of love, my cracks are beautiful.
 As long as these hands hold me, they hold my burdens too.
 I breath deep and let go,
 letting my anxiety slip through the cracks
 while love fills up.
 I wait, while footsteps fall soft outside my door.
 I know the pouring out will soon begin.
 In my brokenness today, let me leak only one thing,
 let it be love. 
Let me leak love. 

Know that you are not alone. I’m here if you need to talk.