Jesus answered and said to her, “Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life.”  John 4:13-14

My parched lips could stand it no longer. I had lowered the bucket five times and each time it came up empty. Dry as a bone. Despair set in, loneliness surrounded me. No one would help me. They all knew what a wasteland my life had become. I leaned my head against the well waiting for death to overtake me. To relieve me from this solitary existence. Death was near—I could feel it. My bones cracked brittle from the dust I had consumed and my joints ached with every move. I closed my eyes to ward off the brightness of the noonday sun that pierced my retina’s; my head screaming in pain.

Hands gentle and warm caressed my face. I looked upon the man that knelt before me, his eyes cobalt blue and a countenance radiant with kindness. He asked me for a drink of water but I could only whisper, “The well…is dry.” 

If I’d had any moisture left in my body, I would have cried at the tender look He gave me.

He smiled and said, “I can give you water so that you will thirst no more.”

Confused, I found enough strength to ask what He meant.

 “If you knew of whom you are speaking to, you would know that I am the Living Water. The water in this well, when you drink of it, you will continue to thirst for more of it but if you drink of the water I give to you, you will never thirst again.”

Desperate for relief I clung to His cloak.  “Dear Sir,” I pleaded, “please, give me this water you speak of!” 

Slowly, my body began to gain strength, my mouth salivated, and my joints moved freely. I felt like I had come out of a trance. Had I been dreaming? The man I was speaking to was no where in sight.  I looked down at the water bucket, still in my hands, and in my surprise I almost dropped it. Tears poured down my face as I beheld my reflection in the pure, clean, crisp, fresh, sparkling water overflowing its sides. My heart filled with love for this Jesus who had not only rescued me from death, but He truly had given me the gift of life through His Living Water. **
 

Lord, please fill our cups to overflowing for You
Bring new life to our hearts and light to our souls
May we continue to desire Your presence alone
More than any other offering of this world.
Thank You for caring for us even when we
persist on living in the desert instead of Your oasis.

From My Heart to Yours,

Marcie 

Are you drinking from the well of Living Water?

Lord, please fill our cups to overflowing for You

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