Come To The Well
Jesus answered her, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again. But whoever drinks the water that I give him will never be thirsty again. But the water that I give him will become in him a spring of water [satisfying his thirst for God] welling up [continually flowing, bubbling within him] to eternal life.”
The woman said to Him, “Sir, give me this water, so that I will not get thirsty nor [have to continually] come all the way here to draw.”–John 4:13-15
Have you ever felt weary? I have. My heart dry. My soul parched, I have woven in and out of feeling everything, nothing, and sometimes both at once. I have felt depleted. If I were to close my eyes the weariness would grow heavier. If I slow down or stop in my tracks, I stay where I am. My light has dimmed. My spirit heavy. My soul hungers and thirsts. Nothing satisfies. There has been a longing deep inside of me, a longing that wraps itself tight around me.
Do you know this longing? A longing where you reach for the water of the world, secret thoughts and dark desires, all of which are best kept away from the light, lest they be shown for what they are. You drink and drink until you can drink no more and yet this thirst is not satisfied; if anything this thirst lingers, it grows. Water is thought to be what sustains life. Meanwhile you feel like you were to die from thirst.
I am no different than that woman Christ met at the well. A life broken, a soul depleted, a heart hungry and thirsty, unsatisfied and empty. Like her, I have my secrets, my masks, those areas of my life I arrogantly believe are hidden but tremble at the thought of them being brought into the open. What is even more arrogant to me is the fact I act surprised when I am called out on these things yet nothing is beyond Him and nothing comes as a surprise to Him. He sees my guilt, He sees my shame, just as He did that Samaritan woman. Just as He brought her from darkness into light, offering her a drink from the living well, He lovingly dispels my darkness with His light, saying to me, “Come to the well.” I do and I drink.
“..Let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who desires take the water of life without price” (Revelation 22:17). There is no fear. No condemnation. No retribution. Instead there is love. Mercy. Compassion. Redemption. Grace. These words wash my lips and bathe my spirit. These words…this living water..they heal me and my thirst is gone.
Father God, for Your children who are tired and thirsty, whose strength is waning, whose broken pieces have come close to cutting them to ribbons, remind them that “whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4:14)
The woman said to Him, “Sir, give me this water, so that I will not get thirsty nor [have to continually] come all the way here to draw.”–John 4:13-15
Have you ever felt weary? I have. My heart dry. My soul parched, I have woven in and out of feeling everything, nothing, and sometimes both at once. I have felt depleted. If I were to close my eyes the weariness would grow heavier. If I slow down or stop in my tracks, I stay where I am. My light has dimmed. My spirit heavy. My soul hungers and thirsts. Nothing satisfies. There has been a longing deep inside of me, a longing that wraps itself tight around me.
Do you know this longing? A longing where you reach for the water of the world, secret thoughts and dark desires, all of which are best kept away from the light, lest they be shown for what they are. You drink and drink until you can drink no more and yet this thirst is not satisfied; if anything this thirst lingers, it grows. Water is thought to be what sustains life. Meanwhile you feel like you were to die from thirst.
I am no different than that woman Christ met at the well. A life broken, a soul depleted, a heart hungry and thirsty, unsatisfied and empty. Like her, I have my secrets, my masks, those areas of my life I arrogantly believe are hidden but tremble at the thought of them being brought into the open. What is even more arrogant to me is the fact I act surprised when I am called out on these things yet nothing is beyond Him and nothing comes as a surprise to Him. He sees my guilt, He sees my shame, just as He did that Samaritan woman. Just as He brought her from darkness into light, offering her a drink from the living well, He lovingly dispels my darkness with His light, saying to me, “Come to the well.” I do and I drink.
“..Let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who desires take the water of life without price” (Revelation 22:17). There is no fear. No condemnation. No retribution. Instead there is love. Mercy. Compassion. Redemption. Grace. These words wash my lips and bathe my spirit. These words…this living water..they heal me and my thirst is gone.
Father God, for Your children who are tired and thirsty, whose strength is waning, whose broken pieces have come close to cutting them to ribbons, remind them that “whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4:14)
Devotional Time
Take a moment now to quiet your mind before God. Ask Him to meet you right now where you are. Give Him your weariness in exchange for His rest. Drink from the water of His Word.
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