A Glass Half-Full

God gave me an image in church today. I see things as mostly half-full or half-empty, thinking that in order to overflow, I have to hold onto as much as I can and never let myself be empty or out of control. But really, it's when I'm upside down, when I die to myself, when I empty myself, that I am full, and everything runs over and through me from God. Like a pipe. Or sky-filled hands.