God is speaking to me about thirst... There are physical, emotional and spiritual thirsts. At times, thirst can bring the most excruciating pain to the point of causing us to cry out, "Quench my thirst, or let me die!" even as Patrick Henry stated, "Give me liberty or give me death!" Those who have experienced such thirst know that the quenching their thirst is liberty in deed. God is present, giving us hope as He reveals Himself not only as the Source of Living Water, but also the Well, the River and Spiring that will never run dry. There is more to come as He ministers His promises to the thirsty... Isaiah 55: 1 “Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price."
The Wishing Well
A Poetic Journey from the Bondage and Darkness of Night
Into the Freedom of Christ’s Marvelous Light
Hebrews 12:1-2 - “Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses. Let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us. Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.” (KJV)
Amidst this great cloud of witnesses remains one, whose name was never recorded in the pages of man’s history, yet intricately woven into HIStory found in God’s WORD. Rather, this witness has become known by her previous condition and position before, during and after a defining moment in her life. As a result, her story remains even now and will remain throughout Eternity. This witness is known simply as “the woman at the well.” So, many of us could be similarly called, because we too have experienced daily trips to the well. Our wells may be of various shapes and sizes, but they are all mere wishing wells just the same. There are wells of pride, arrogance, abuse, neglect, abandonment, shattered dreams, insecurity, shame, doubt and fear, all of which contain empty promises that could never quench our thirst. I know what it is to be thirsty, without water to drink. I know what it is to draw from empty wells that can never satisfy. Yes, I too could be called that “woman at the well,” and now that I have tasted of the well that will never run dry, I can personally testify that Jesus, alone can satisfy!
My life and my story may never match the grandeur or vastness of influence as the great cloud of witnesses mentioned in Hebrews 11, or so many of those who have followed and are still waiting to be told. In a sense, I am just another nameless, faceless woman at the well, easily lost in a crowd. So, why tell my story? Because I too have a story to tell. You see, Jesus met me, a nameless, faceless woman, at my wishing well. He declared to the Father, “I must needs go to this woman’s wishing well!” Then He reached out to me in my lost, destitute, and desperate state. Yes, I too have a story to tell. My story tells of one women’s personal poetic journey from the bondage and darkness of night into the freedom of Christ’s Marvelous Light. It is my testimony of deliverance, and it is part of my God given purpose and destiny to tell it.
The Woman at the Well
Jeremiah 2:13 “For my people have committed two evils; they have forsaken me the fountain of living waters, and hewed them out cisterns, broken cisterns, that can hold no water.” (KJV)
John 4:1-4 – “When therefore the Lord knew how the Pharisees had heard that Jesus made and baptized more disciples than John,(Though Jesus himself baptized not, but his disciples,) He left Judaea, and departed again into Galilee. And he must needs go through Samaria” (KJV).
Scripture tells us that on Jesus’ way to Galilee, He “must needs go through Samaria”. To the Biblical scholar, this is significant, because it was a day’s closer route through Samaria to Galilee, but to the woman at the well, this was significant for an entirely different reason. To every woman at the well, Jesus’ necessity to pass through Samaria represents Divine connection and God’s Unchanging Hand in their lives, as He orchestrates the context and details of their salvation, deliverance, healing and transformational process. Every woman at the well must trust this change process, knowing that God is the orchestrator of that process. Therefore, trusting the God of our change process is essential. In fact, it is the cornerstone necessity of true salvation. For just as without works, faith is dead... without faith, works is dead! Without faith it is impossible to please God, the Savior and Lord of our salvation process.
For instance, if one needs their car to be fixed, they must entrust their vehicle to a mechanic. In so doing, they actively trust their mechanical expertise. They wait, trusting him to effectively direct their vehicle through the mechanical process, so that it can operate properly once more. How much more should we entrust God, our Creator with our lives and entire beings?
Oh Women at the Well, Jesus must needs go through Samaria, the deep dark places of abuse, neglect, lost, hurt and pain of our lives. He will meet us there hiding, pretending everything is alright, and He will ask us for a drink from our broken cisterns, bringing the hidden truth of our broken and shattered lives into the light of His presence. Will we welcome him or run in fear as He draws ever near to wipe away our tears and pick up the shattered pieces of our lives? Oh, woman at the well, I beseech you to converse with the Savior. I beseech you to let Him into the most secret part of your soul. You need not worry, because He already knows the hidden parts of your soul that you protectively refuse to show. Oh yes, soon we will all realize, He already knows!
So why not allow Him to enter? He stands at the door knocking. How long will we keep blocking Him out? He comes with healing in His wings and a new song for us to sing. He comes with a hammer to break the chains, so that true liberty will reign in our lives, as showers of blessing rain down from heavenly skies. He comes with a chisel to chisel away the hardened stone wall protecting our hearts. If we will only trust Him, He will give us a heart of flesh and clean up our sinful mess.
Oh women at the well, the poetic story I now tell will allow you to know that I know all too well the pain of parched thirst. At times I felt as though I would burst for the hunger and thirst that became so great till I fell at the feet of my Savior and Lord. Praise God that now I can boldly proclaim, welcome aboard my personal poetic journey from the bondage and darkness of night into the freedom of Christ’s marvelous light!
The Wishing Well
From out of darkness
I did arise
With a story to tell
Of a child reborn
At the wishing well.
Her hope deferred
Brought such anguish
That death, she preferred
With the darkness of night
Over the threatening light
That would unmask her plight.
From out of darkness
I did arise
As I covered my eyes
At the sight of the bright blue skies.
I awoke at the break of day
To find a Marvelous Light
Present to brighten my way.
From out of darkness
I did arise
From whence I realized
God had truly heard my cries.
From out of darkness
I did arise
With a story to tell
Of a child reborn
At the wishing well.
A story of pain
And hope regained
With a message of temporal loss
And Eternal gain.
Yes, I did arise from my pain
Never again to be the same!
© 2011 Christine Lombard, All rights reserved, usedonly with permission
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