It’s not a word that generally conjures images of expectation and joy.
Hungry. Fruitless. Depleted. Hollow. Unfilled.
The tomb was empty.
The tomb that held the Perfect Sacrifice was empty.
Emptiness triggering the greatest reason for expectation and joy.
And so, I want to be empty.
That I might be filled.
Satisfied. Flourishing. Complete. Replete. Full.