I'm thinking a lot about scarcity. It's a term I keep reading about mostly in reference to those struggling to get food or housing. But what I am realizing is a scarcity of soul. Those dark vacuums in the heart. And like those who scavenge for food, there are those of us who are scavenging to fill our heart vacuums.
I wonder how much of what I do is motivated by a sense of scarcity. Far too often, I am guilty of trying hard to fill my own cup.
Something to ponder today.