For things that could not satisfy;
But then I heard my Savior speaking:
"Draw from the well that never shall run dry".
Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!"
Wanda Jackson
I am that woman, thirsty and seeking, but the irony is that the well -- the fount of every blessing -- is here within my reach and always has been. And yet, I'm too stubborn to dip my cup in and fill it.
Today's Old Testament reading was about the immense love and longing my Savior has for me. For me! He is there, waiting for me as the bridegroom waits for the bride. Father Jonathan reminded us that God's love for us is evermore than our love for him -- so very much more. He longs for us.
And yet, so very often, I sit by the well dying of thirst and refusing to lift up my cup. Lift it up! Raise your arms! Here He waits.
Like the adulterous woman, I lie at his feet, bereft, broken, unworthy. "Rise up," he says, "Has no one condemned thee? Neither do I condemn thee. Go and sin no more."
I can have my hunger satisfied and my thirst slaked. Only a fool sits at the well and thirsts. Drink up! Live, love, serve! I have but this one life. What will I make of me?
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