wrung out

Last night I couldn't even write words. I collapsed. I was exhausted. 

I spent the day in very spirit filled worship and teaching and it exhausted me.

I felt wrung out.

The only way I could describe it to my friends was that I felt like a rag that had gone through and old fashioned washing. You know the one, with the board. Hey drag the rag across the board and kind of beat it a little then wring it out. They repeat this over and over till it's clean.

I am actually writing this is worship. Jesus just called me away to simply listen. He told me, "Just receive." 


So here I sit, wrung out, hands and heart empty ready to be filled.

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