Beside the Well
There I
was, resigned to ruts going through the motions of life with the same sad
attitude. Every day was a trudge through
the mud with no hope of knocking off the clods clinging to my shoes. Dishes waited to the washed. Floors were marked with the trail of trips
through the garden. Scatter pillows lay
strewn around the living room. My to-do
list was screaming for my attention leaving me feeling that doing these same
things over and over was an exercise in futility.
I went
to my quiet place and turned to my Bible to search for answers. Why do I feel this way? How do I get out of this rut? How do I knock off the things that are
weighing me down and making me feel like I have been dragged through the
dirt? If Jesus came to give us life more
abundantly, where is that life? Where is
that victorious overcoming? Where is
that peaceful rest?
Oh, but
when God answered me, I was not ready! I
found myself face to face with truth. I
was living life detached from the Vine. My to-do list had become my
priority. The life I was looking for was
not found in the things around me, but in a relationship with my Saviour. God’s word reminded me that attachment is
more than a safety net or bungee cord.
It is meant to produce fruit. It
holds promise of answered prayer and glorification of the Father. And the real cut was—these three precede my
attainment of any real joy. I was
looking for temporal fun garnished with laughter and frivolity thinking it would
lift me out of the ruts, but the way out was going to be through loving obedience.
That
wasn’t what I wanted to hear. I wanted
Christ to give me relief and make life easy—fun. I wanted Him to make me happy without
requiring anything on my part. I wanted
to be free to laugh and live without these repetitive ruts. But life is real.
And so
is He. The only way to experience
lasting joy in life is to grab hold of the Vine. Through Him, strength and joy will flow. Fruit will be produced and joy with be a part
of my life. My prayers will be answered
and God will be glorified. The joy I am seeking
is found in the eternal—not the temporal.
“Okay,
so I am guilt of doing life as if it all depended on my strength. I had detached myself from the Vine and the
energy and direction it provides. I hear
you, Lord, so how do I start to look at life differently?”
He
wasn’t far behind with the answer that question. My sight needed adjusting. “But thou. O LORD, art a shield for me; my
glory, and the lifter up of mine head” (Psalm 3:3). “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from when cometh my help (Psalm 121:1).
While I
was looking down and around at all the mess and demands, I was found guilty
again. I was not looking up to where the
real help could come. I was taking the
whole burden of life upon myself as if I had to solve all of life’s problems,
meet all of life’s demands, and come out with a smile. That’s not reality.
The
practice of looking up was something I had learned before, but had failed to
continue to practice. I knew looking
around with fear and worry was not obedience.
I needed to look up. I needed to
adjust my eyes above the temporal, horizontal plain.
Instead
of bowing my head in prayer, I can look up with my palms upward and open. When I do my prayer walk, I can talk with God
looking to the skies instead of the weeds along the pavement. When I awake of a morning I can grab hold of
the Vine and look up to Him before I start with my list of things to do,
situations to handle, and frets of the day.
As I look up, my spirit is lifted from the drudgery of life into a
special place—a place of comfort, assurance and hope.
Suddenly,
the day seems less daunting, hope is restored and I find a new zeal in
everything. Matter of fact, I always
find the day goes much smoother and I enjoy my to-do list! At the end of the day I crawl into bed giving
God the glory and rest my head with a joyful and peaceful heart.
Maybe
you are wandering around in the doldrums.
Grabbing hold of the Vine and adjusting your sights to a higher plain
are two techniques worth considering.
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