I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
“The water I give will be an artesian spring within, gushing fountains of endless life.” John 4:14 The Message
Some days I run out of fuel.
Well, many days I run out of fuel.
Oh heck, pretty much EVERY day, at some point, I am down to fumes.
I don’t know where it all goes. I get pretty high on my morning walks. I am filled with an awareness of God’s grace. I see the beauty in the stars and even the clouds. In the silence I hear that quiet voice that echoes so loudly. And the word of life wells up within me. All so very good.
I have a leak.
I am a cracked pot. (Make your jokes then let’s move on.)
Some worry will sneak into my thinking (I worry about things that "might” happen. I worry about that which I can’t control even if it does happen.)
I will hear the mildest criticism.
Sometimes I do something really stupid and read the comments.
I say something unkind. Or I let resentment get a foothold on my mountain.
I will see all of the injustice and greed and violence and bigotry that threatens us. It is hard to miss!
Just the tiniest little sliver of a leak and before I know it the dashboard is flashing “please refuel.”
Probably never happens to you but this is an uncomfortable and constant thing for me.
Good thing about that “artesian well.”
The good news is that I don’t have to hold the good stuff in. Indeed, I am charged to let it flood the vicinity! The good news is not in my holding it in but in Jesus filling me up. And knowing, or at least reminding myself, that I may run dry but he doesn’t!
Just yesterday a good friend, who is also a grouchy old gas bag, asked me where I come up with the stuff in my morning walks.
I was low on fuel. I told my friend that I don’t know and that I fear, every day, that there won’t be anything to share.
So this morning, as I pulled on my boots, I said “fill her up.”