Yesterday I shared a tiny bit of my weekend, especially the song How Emptiness Sings by Christa Wells. It is a very haunting song that at first listening can really be taken as a sad sort of song. Christa Wells shared that the song was prompted by a post by Ann Voskamp (which I’m sure I read at some point) talking about the hollow space in a guitar.
When I think of emptiness, I think of loss. I think of something that was, or something I long for and can’t have.
I think of sadness and longing.
But a guitar is hollow because it is supposed to be.
It is a hollowness, an empty space, put there in order for the guitar to sound as it is supposed to.
It isn’t a loss of something, but an openness so that beautiful music can come out of it.
...so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith – that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Ephesians 3:17-19
When I pray to God that there would be “less of me and more of Him” I am opening myself up to emptiness.
I am asking Him to remove something (or probably lots and lots of things!) and to create a space.
But this space is used for Him to write a lovely melody.
It is a space, that as less and less of the things I try to fill it with are gone, the more my life “plays” as it was intended.
A guitar wouldn’t sound the way it is supposed to with something inside of it. Even with a tiny tissue inside, the sound wouldn’t reverberate the way it should. Every ounce of dust needs to be removed in order for the instrument to be played as it was made to.
I was made for something so much greater than what I can stuff into my life.
I was made for a beautiful melody to be played from all the emptiness that the Lord has created.
His bow is on the strings
And the tune resonates in the open space
To show us how emptiness sings:
Glory to God, Glory to God!
In fullness of wisdom,
He writes my story into his song,
My life for the glory of God.
~ Christa Wells