On the second night of the 20th SFC International Conference, I had an amazing epiphany that kind of blew me away:
I’m not empty.
One of the talks on the second night of the conference was about Emptiness, and truth be told, I was kind of expecting to be a blubbering mess by then. Or maybe not a blubbering mess, exactly, but I expected that I would shed some tears over the things that will happen on the second night, just like how I was sort of crying during the worship and session on the first night. I used to think the sign of tears is when God talks to me during conferences, so I got myself ready for the second night.
But instead of a cry-fest, I got that. I listened to the talk, took notes and then marveled as that realization dawned on me.
I’m not empty.
Not anymore.