Empty.

It’s not a word that generally conjures images of expectation and joy. 

Hungry.  Fruitless.  Depleted.  Hollow.  Unfilled.

Empty.

But …

The tomb was empty.

The tomb that held the Perfect Sacrifice was empty.

Empty.

Emptiness triggering the greatest reason for expectation and joy.

Empty.

And so, I want to be empty.

That I might be filled.

Satisfied.  Flourishing.  Complete.  Replete.  Full.

Empty.