Running On Empty, Prayer Journal Prompts

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I have always been captivated by the story of Ruth and Naomi. I have watched tragedy turn wounded hearts sour. What once was sweet and hopeful became bitter. I get it.

I’ve cried those bitter, angry tears grasping to get it, to accept it, and grow deeper because of it. The question ‘why’ wrecks you. Yet we verbalize our questions as it echoes back at us mockingly.

“Who is going to rescue me now?”

God will. He always does.

In Ruth 1:19 the wounded widow returns home without sons, without her love, and without hope for provision. Naomi’s pain left her almost unrecognizable, yet her people saw traces of the woman they used to know. She went out full and came home empty. (v. 21) But, she did not return alone. Clinging to her side and the God she served; stood the devoted daughter-in-law who refused to leave her stranded in her sorrow.

Ruth made a vow to the broken mother, “Where you die, I will die. And there I will be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts you and me.” (Vs. 17)

Home was wherever they stood. Together. Broken. In need. Hungry. Clinging to a thread of hope and each other. You see, we were never meant to do this thing called life on our own. Love doesn’t walk out on you when all of life gives way and crumbles; it stands with you even though you tell it to go away. You may feel like you have nothing to offer in a state of brokenness, but with all my heart I believe letting people love you and loving them back means a complete willingness to show them our “ugly” and our mess. We shouldn’t have to jump through invisible hoops in hopes of earning unconditional love, but we do. We jump through hoops. We go through the motions. We fake it trying to mask the pain.

When Naomi spilled out her bitter complaint blaming the very God who gave her a determined daughter, I see no reply of reproach or index finger in her face, just a hand to hold as they return to a land at beginning of the harvest season. A quiet presence walking with her through the hurt, Ruth steps in to nurture her and work another man’s land to provide for her. Ruth works hard gleaning, sweating, and reaping a harvest as she finds herself content with leftovers. Proving herself a virtuous woman, the people take notice. The Kinsmen Redeemer takes notice of her, rewarding her. Her gleaning for leftovers turns into prosperity, wedding bells, sounds of babies crying, and second chances.

The God we serve does not give us leftovers. He goes all out with the full spread, He prepares a table for us in the presence of our enemies. He fills our cups until they overflow as goodness and mercy follow us. Not just on certain days, but all of our days. (Ps 23:5-6)

There are no sloppy seconds with our God. Baby, it’s the full-course meal that satisfies and goes down easily. He is the hand we want to hold and the friend who walks with us through the mess. So work the land, cry your tears, but give God your broken today and your hopeful tomorrow.

Let the bitterness spill out in salty form and pray until it’s emptied out. Bitterness is never a good option. It only taints what was meant to be an oasis of peace deep within, even in the mess.

“Then the women said to Naomi, “Blessed be The Lord, who has not left you this day without a close relative; and may his name be famous in Israel! And may he be to you a restorer of life and a nourisher of your old age; for your daughter-in-law, who loves you, who is better to you than seven sons, has borne him.” (Ruth 4:14-15)

I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the hands I get to hold along this journey, I feel like that devoted daughter that says till death do we part. I want to be better than seven sons, diligently working with these soft hands and soft heart while my God takes notice. To be soft is not a sign of weakness. It is strength wrapped up in gentleness and doing what we do best-nurture.

We take turns nurturing the generations, loving them, tending to them, and listening when our Naomi’s offer instructions on how to snag a man. (Ruth 3) Or better yet, they instruct us on how to live, grieve, and return back to a place of hopefulness.

If I could hold your hand I would, but I offer this prayer over you as you read. May you find your heart satisfied when life feels like soggy leftovers and there is no friend on the other end of the line.

Much love to you,

Jennifer

Prayer Journaling Prompts For the Next Three Days:

This is intense, I know…take your time on this one. K? You got this. Leave me a comment so I can pray for you!

Days 1-3:

Are you running on empty?

Write out your prayer, even if it sounds bitter…write it anyway.

Are you jumping through invisible hoops hoping to receive unconditional love?

Be brave and list the things you are doing to please others.

Are you measuring your worth based on the response of others?

Read Psalm 23-

Truth your soul needs: God will restore your soul. (vs. 3)

What do you need God to restore? Write out a prayer asking for restoration.

 

Look for the key promises from God & emotions you feel in Psalm 23:

Want

Leads

Restores

Righteousness

Fear

God is with you

Comfort

Prepare

Goodness & Mercy

Dwell