Beside the Well
I don’t know what your habit is for personal daily devotions, but mine starts with getting across the landing to the corner of my office each morning where my leather IKEA chair waits. Beside me is a lap desk, which is drawn up from beside the chair to hold my Bible, devotional reading and journal. With reading glasses and pen to the ready I position myself to delve into whatever the Word holds for me.
Like the woman at the well, I come with an empty bucket. I have drawn aside for this special moment to find refreshment, courage, and solace. I want you to know there are days when it is a real struggle just to make it to the chair. There are even days when I feel I have only tasted of crumbs falling from the table of the Word as I scratch the ground, but even those are morsels of truth to a hungry soul and hold promise of more to be found.
The woman at the well came daily to draw water. It was a menial task. Her visit was of no real significance. It was simply a duty that demanded consistency and drew no acclaim. The difference was who met her at the well.
Our daily drawing aside can be seen as a duty. As servants we are to do it. But, as water to the thirsty soul, this personal moment is totally necessary for spiritual health. Proverbs 8:34-35 speaks of watching daily at the gate, waiting for the promise of the Lord’s favour. Luke 17:10 speaks of simply doing our duty. As we obey, our Saviour is ready to give the water of life, which daily we so desperately need. He knows our bucket is empty and he knows exactly how to fill it. Spurgeon put it this way, “The cup must be held under the flowing fountain or it will not be filled…”*
As I restart my blog I plan to share with you some of the jewels I have found from my meetings at the well. Sometimes we may look at a truth from Scripture. Other times we may look at a quote that sparked a ray of understanding from a diamond in the rough. Won’t you join me as we hold our cups under the fountain?
*Spurgeon, C. H., Illustrations and Meditations or Flowers from a Puritan’s Garden, p 65. Passmore & Alabaster, London, 1883