The Empty House

I drove past a house the other day
lights off
yard still trimmed
nothing obviously wrong

But no one lives there anymore.

The furniture is gone.
The pictures came down.
What made it a home moved out without fanfare, and no one noticed.

It reminded me how many lives look the same way.

Still standing.
Still functioning.
Still posting, attending, producing.

But hollow.

We fill the space with noise and opinions.
With outrage and activity.
With schedules packed tight enough to avoid noticing the echo.

Jesus once warned about an empty house.
Swept clean.
Put in order.
But left unoccupied.

Because emptiness doesn’t stay empty for long.
Something always moves back in.

The question isn’t whether the house is clean.
It’s whether it’s inhabited.

I want my life to be clean.
But I don’t want it to be empty.

I don’t just want things removed.
I need something present.
Something filling the space.

So today, I’m asking God to really fill my house.
So full that nothing else can find room.

A house becomes a home when someone lives there.
So does a life.

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