Saturday, October 13, 2007

Dearest God,

I often find myself in a spiritual well, digging for water. When I know life may become difficult or troublesome, I bring out my divining rod. Today I dug for living water.

I am becoming increasingly interested in the spiritual process of well digging. I have discovered that my current well is not deep enough to provide what I need. As a woman of faith I need my well to be deep, very deep.

When my life becomes rocky whether that is in my personal life, church life, or family life, I always go to the well to fill up. This living water helps me live well. I drink, then drink some more realizing always that I am building up a reservoir for daily living. I cannot live my life well if I am always thirsty with no well from which to draw water. So I dig, deep.

After digging today, I took out my ladle and drank. The psalms, particularly Psalm 84, deepened my well. And the water, well, it was sweet. Longing for God, drinking in from your word filled up my empty spaces preparing me for Sunday.

I remembered a song I sang when I was in the ninth grade. "How lovely is that dwelling place, O Lord of Hosts..." I drank in the song recalling its value to my life so long ago. I decided to use it in my message tomorrow.

Digging and drinking is not really a hard thing to do. But sometimes I let my tools get rusty, tarnished, broken and it makes digging more difficult. If I don't keep my aids in good shape, then I complicate my life more and I feel more shaky realizing just what shape I'm in. I have to pay attention to all my spiritual helps. Today I did just that!

Wells and water,
digging tools and aids
make my life good.
I know
the great source
of this water
and I lean in
to say
thank you.
Sometimes
I'm really thirsty,
like after
a good cry.
I know
I need
to replenish
my supply.
And
I know
where to turn.
I go
into that spiritual room,
pick up my tools,
then start digging.
You're there,
you're always there
with me.
You carry
a bucket,
a divine, sacred bucket.
You pour
into my well.
You fill me
to overflowing.
My thirst quenched,
my praise
flows out.

Love, Andrea