Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Broken

We are all human and with our humanness comes a brokenness.  Whether we are are walking in a truly broken season in life or whether life is moving along a lot like we would hope, there is still a deeper gnawing and sense for something more.  Something intimate and hope-filled and real.  What we do with that feeling is the question.  Listen to what the Lover of our souls says to us out of His grief over our choices many times…."For my people have committed two evils: They have forsaken ME, the FOUNTAIN of LIVING WATERS, and hewn themselves cisterns- broken cisterns that can hold no water.” Jeremiah 2:13.  The Message version of this passage says “They’ve walked out on Me, the fountain of fresh flowing waters, and then dug cisterns—    cisterns that leak, cisterns that are no better than sieves.”  In my life I have made these cisterns out of many things, boys, food, exercise, my husband at times.  Satan steals this life from us subtly at first (these are all good things, right?!).  Maybe for years, we don’t even notice the leak, and all this time we are missing out.  Sometimes days turn into years and here we are, completely dehydrated and parched.  So what is it today that is keeping us from taking God up on His desire for intimacy with us and His offer of life, hope, freedom, adibing peace?  Here is His passionate call,  “If you knew the GIFT of God, and who it is who says to you, “Give Me a drink’, you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water…..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 4:10, 14

Lord Jesus, open our eyes to the cisterns we have built that are completely leaking and leaving us dry.   Plug up these holes with Your presence, truth, and grace that we might know You intimately, walk in wholeness, and be truly filled.  Amen.

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