Thursday, January 29, 2009

Dearest God,

There are times when I look inside my bucket only to find it empty. Efforts to keep it full fail when I give more away than I keep for myself or receive cupfuls from others. An empty bucket is a sad, sometimes frightening prospect. What happens if I grow really thirsty and there is not a drop to drink?

I had an early morning dream. Someone had one of those yoke things across their necks that extends over both shoulders. Hanging from each end was a full bucket of water. I watched the person come toward me with water sloshing from both sides. The water was for me.

To you
who deserves
all glory,
you provide water,
not just
plain old water,
but living water,
buckets full.
You remind me
that like
St. Paul
I can do
all things
through Christ
who strengthens me.

Gratefully yours, Andrea