A warning that energy is waning, levels are low.
It feels like I’m always running dangerously close to empty. Can I squeeze out one more mile? How far can I push it? Does it really mean that I only have a gallon of fuel left? How much leeway is there?
Why do I question and analyze, rather than accept and renew?
Lord, help me to resist the tyranny of the urgent. Help me to slow down, pull over, refill.
When I’m running on fumes, help me to draw on Your strength.
I recognize that only when I am empty can I be filled with You.