I Sat Down and Nothing Came Back

Some mornings I sit down, write a few honest sentences, pray, and it feels like I just talked into an empty room. Nothing lands. No sense of being heard. I stand up and think, that didn't count.

I used to treat those mornings as wasted. Like the practice only counted on the days something moved. If I walked away still feeling the same, I figured I had just gone through the motions.

He Wrote That From a Desert

David was in the Desert of Judah when he wrote this. Not from a season that felt full. From a dry place, naming the thirst.

You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water. Psalm 63:1

He was thirsty. He still sought. The land being dry didn't mean God had left. It meant David was telling the truth about how it felt.

That's the part I keep getting backwards. I wait for the morning to feel like something, and if it doesn't, I treat it like the practice failed. That's not a failed practice. That's just a dry morning.

The other version of quitting is quieter. I don't skip. I just decide I'll come back when it feels real again. If God felt close, I figured I was on track. If He didn't, I told myself I should wait until I had something better to bring. That's a polite way of putting the practice down and calling it discernment. The day it feels real again keeps not arriving.

What I Do With the Empty Ones

Reflection doesn't make those mornings feel full. What it does is slower than that. On the days I've actually written down that nothing came back, I'm less likely to skip the next one. Not because I became a more spiritual person overnight. Because I'd already named, on paper, that the empty morning still counted. I'd told the truth about the thirst instead of waiting to feel otherwise.

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The Next Morning Anyway

I still have mornings that feel like talking into an empty room. I still sit down. Not because I've learned to like the dry ones. Because waiting for it to feel like something again is just another way of leaving.

Some days something lands. Some days it doesn't, and I have to trust that showing up thirsty is still showing up.

That's not becoming a man who always feels God. That's just living into the seeking, even when the land is dry.

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Trent Jones is the author of the Forged Agents blog and builder of "Reflect", a daily reflection companion for living in the present, in peace, with joy.