The really neat thing about being a Christian is you don't have to worry what is going to fill your empty spots once you have released all the poison. I kind of look at it this way - imagine this beautiful pot that was buried under the sand for almost 2000 years. This beautiful pot had some sort of something inside it that had sounded like a good idea when at first the owner of the pot had put it in there, but 2000 years later, it had corroded the inside of the pot until almost nothing was left besides a very fine layer. One could almost be certain that if they did nothing more than sneeze on it the pot would crumble.

But this one man, a potter, picks up the pot (yea, yea, I know you think you know where this is going, but you're still gonna have to listen to it.), tenderly holds it to himself, and proceeds to go to his workshop. First, he has to remove the rest of the pot's inner poison, or all of his good work will be for naught. This is a very difficult task, as it almost removes the pot itself, the poison has become so intertwined. After he has removed the poison, he begins to put his own material inside the pot, to smooth out the faults, to fill in the cracks. The material is good, and once it has set for a while, the material is no longer so much a part of the Potter as it is the Pot.

I guess I went through all of that to reassure you that YOU aren't going to have to worry what is going to fill you after you have released the poison that has been trying to hold you captive for as long as you could toddle. God is going to worry about it - you'll be more yourself than you ever were as soon as you offer up that empty space to him, and you'll find that there is more peace available to you than you had ever thought possible.

*Hug*

I'll be here for you, Bel.