Holes in the Bathtub

I can’t help but notice all the strife, unrest, and chaos in the world. Frigid Winter waters have frozen souls with hatred and emptiness. Hearts are lacking heated blankets of fulfillment.

Discord is choking the world with the cord of discontent.

I want more

I’m not happy

I’m depressed

I’m anxious

I need answers

I want more

Hearts are bathtubs full of icy water.

Hearts are bathtubs that bear holes.

Without God, fulfillment comes from worldly finds and psychology.

Gushing waters of hollow hopes fills the heart, then quickly siphons through the hidden hole at the bottom.

Splashes of enticing enlightenment fills the heart, then swiftly leaks through the masked hole in the corner.

Waves of wavering wonder fills the heart, then rapidly drains through the veiled hole at the rim.

God fills the heart to the brim and beyond, with truth and sound love.

God heals the depression holes with joy

God fixes anxiety holes with stability

God pads the barren holes with life

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. - John 14:6

God fills our heart with true peace without any leaks.

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