Desmond and the Filler.

Sometimes, there are just no words.

Sometimes, a tinge of sadness creeps up, unknowingly. Burrowing itself in your heart. And Sarah McLachlan's Fallen doesn't help to chase it away.

Sometimes the words bubble around the rims, but no push suffices in spilling the contents.

In times like these, you make up ostentatious words and sentences. As filler for a page that deserves an update.

But what ostentatious word can be filler for that little void in one's heart?

Sometimes, especially recently, I feel I'm running on Over-due Grace.

Its yesterday's grace. Its not a new thing. Its a left-over from yesterday, yesterweek. When I still remembered to fall at His feet and to spend time with Him. When I was in His presence, and He gave me strength.

And these days, these weeks, I've allowed myself to slacken. I forsake time in His presence, and the over-due grace is slowing flowing out, and nothing new flows in. And questions start to snatch at the opportunity to be that filler.

But only One can fill the emptiness.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
His mercies never come to an end.
They are new every morning,
Great is Thy faithfulness.

His Love -- unceasing despite my unfaithfulness.
Thankyou Father.