Saturday, June 30, 2012

My dearest God,

How deep is the well of faith?  How far down does it go?

On those days when I open myself to you, I ponder such questions.  I wonder how full my own is.  Half full, mostly full, or way too empty.  When you consider my faith, dear God, what do you see?  Do you think of me as shallow, simple, a person of too little depth?  Do you see the intent of my heart, the yearning of my soul to beckon you near, to close the gap of space and time between us?  Do you know my desire to wander closer and closer to you?

How do I actively, purposefully move in your direction?  How do I maneuver beyond obstacles of self will in order to purely follow you?  Some days I fill my life with trivia, little bits of nothing really.  I don't forget to pray or utter a word of thanksgiving, but the rest of the day I wonder if I exhibit faith at all.  Does anyone see my faith alive, a tangible, living faith that gives evidence of your presence in the world?

As I think about my well, is it filled with living water?

Gracious God,
filler of wells,
no one
can fill
the well
of my soul
but you.
You are
living water
to me.
Fill me up,
Holy God,
I pray
as you
drain me
of all
that is
not faith.
Teach me
to tarry
at your well
every day.


Love, Andrea