The Well

Today I feel like I am at the bottom of a well.

And once again it has run dry.

So many times I have dug to water.

The life giving water of God's strength and presence.

 

When I was young and first dove in the well it overflowed me

and I swam in His strength.

Now that I am older I have found at times the water has run dry.

I have used my own strength and found it useless

and turned around to find the well is empty.

So I dig....I dig to new water.

I dig with all I have and taste of the freshest water.

I worry our son has something deathly wrong

and I dig and the water comes

and I swim in His strength.

I worry that money will never be enough

and I dig and the water comes.

I obey and I lose two children I deeply love

and I dig and the water comes.

I am stripped of every image of self-worth

and I dig and the water comes,

 more slowly this time, but it comes.

and I daily depend on Him to bring me what I need for that day.

The nine months of unemployment comes

and I dig and find new water seeps in again,

 but it barely satisfies.

 

 Now I find myself at the bottom of the well again,

 digging with every ounce I can find,

 I dig to find the strength to face the uncertainties

 and unknowns of God's will.

But every place I dig brings no relief.

  But I keep digging for I know one taste of that precious water

 will satisfy like nothing else in this world.

I dig because one drop of water is better than the death of hope.

For the water has said,

"He will lead them to springs of living water.

And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes." (Revelation 7:17)

 

I will continue to wait for the water

 but this time praying that I can lay aside my own strength,

for the digging only collapses the walls and hinders the water.

And I will pray that once again the well will overflow

and spout back to new life.

  For in the end that's all the water wants

 is for me to rest and be flooded.