Empty

When God isn't speaking, and life keeps moving

Empty was written from a heart shipwrecked by life experiences. Empty is for the adventurously indifferent; for people who sail on boats with no engine; for people who survive with little support or security. From where you stand, there’s no shore in sight and no direction in view. But somehow, you’re still floating, still living, and still trying to make it on broken pieces. You catch your breath—a moment of relief comes—but then, without warning, another tidal wave flips you upside down, and you find yourself, once again…empty.