Hoarder of the Almost Empty

I’m a hoarder.  There, I said it.  But I hoard the randomest items:

-Almost empty tubes of toothpaste

-Almost empty rolls of toilet paper

-Bottles of perfume with just a few drops left inside

-Eye shadow compacts with a scoop of flakes clumped in the corner

Yep, that’s me.  And, yes, that non-staged photo of toilet paper is from my guest bathroom.  I have a reason for this (or an “excuse,” as my husband says). 

What if a friend comes over and uses the bathroom and the toilet paper runs out?  They’d have to get up and go rummaging through the cabinet to get a new roll.  And what if I run out of eye shadow?  God forbid I go a day without makeup!  I might need that little clump of circa-2010 sea-foam green powder.

Used up.  Almost empty.  Drained. 

God is a hoarder too.  Bear with me… 

Psalm 107 reminds us that God’s people, the Israelites, were hungry and thirsty.  They had no place to live.  They wandered.  Their soul fainted within them.  Used up.  Almost empty.  Drained.

And what did He do?  He didn't throw them away.  He didn't toss them aside or consider them useless.  Instead, he delivered them out of distress.  He led them to a dwelling place.  He satisfied their soul and filled their soul with goodness.  And he still does for us, His children.

That’s my God.  The hoarder of the almost empty.