He empties us of ourselves, drains us dry, wrings us out.
But He never leaves us like that.
The emptying is so that He can fill us back up with something more wonderful.
We are graven on His hands and that does not mean we are sitting there, easily and effortlessly. Instead we are engraved there, imprinted there, because He squeezes us so tightly. This hurts because He loves us enough to hurt us. He loves us enough to make us die...enough to put us into the fire, to melt us down, to reshape us into something better.