The empty water container swayed on her shoulder. But it wasn’t the only dry vessel she carried. With a heart and reputation battered by five husbands, she toted a parched soul. A life dehydrated by worldly pursuits that never quenched. Never satisfied.She dove into hollow promises spouted by men. Perhaps they pledged her the moon and everything in between. She had heard it all. But still she was thirsty.
Do you find yourself headed to the same well? Perhaps it’s a well worn path. Maybe you dive for wealth or health. A name or fame. We dive in believing the world’s treasures quench our thirst only to surface more thirsty than before.
The world’s well leaves us with dry souls and cracked hearts. We plunge into the sea of insignificance just hoping that someone places enough value in us to throw a life line.
The well that truly hydrates isn’t made from bricks and mortar. It’s not drilled with metal tools. It doesn’t stand in Samaria. It stands at the center of our soul. It’s the hole in our soul drilled by God Himself that only He can fill:
"Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4:13-14)
Jesus couldn’t bear watching us drown without hope.
He threw us the ultimate life line.
His life was the line.
He doesn’t care where you’ve been.
He doesn’t care what you’ve done.
He cares about you.
And He’s waiting at the well.
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