Post a Comment On: A Sacred Pilgrimage

In my keeps rolling around and around.

"He drew the well to the woman before He drew the woman to the well. " -Ann Vanskomp
I think of Hagar in her loneliness crying out in the dessert. Listening and seeing her child crying out in hunger and loneliness. Her son's emotions untethered and her resolve failing. 
Blessed are the brokenhearted for their's is the kingdom of heaven. A kingdom of miracles and complete restoration. 
I think of the woman at the well. The woman who had five husbands and was living with the one who was not her husband. 
The woman who received complete love and a kind rebuke that set her free.

And both received a well. Both were given living water. What was it that God responded to so amazingly? Was it desperation? Was it loneliness? Was it a cry that they gave in the night for help from the Living God?
I think maybe there is something on the brink here to be discovered. The secret of drawing living water from the well. The moment by moment meeting in the place where thirsty soul meets love poured out. The drink that refreshes mind, body, and soul so that responses are full of grace and other's are loved as oneself.

Hmm...The Living Well.