The heavy midnight rain made the grass thick against my feet.
The hem of my pajama pants is damp from my stepping out.
Effervescent, I thought, the rain has made the ground feel like carbonation causing bubbles and a rising up the rim of the earth to cushion my steps.
Generous was the shower.
I look closer at the petals.
Some drooping with the weight of God’s watering.
The rain is clinging to rich green leaves and the pure white bloom is radiant.
“The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water, so that I will not be thirsty or have to come here to draw water.””
John 4:15 ESV
Effortless, this summer’s abundant growth of flora it seems.
Waiting expectantly, the good rains have sustained the pretty colors.
When the woman at the well met the stranger, she’d been seeking satisfaction from multiple men. I am curious if she thought Jesus was just another at first.
She considered a new perspective. She was intrigued by possibility.
Jesus changed her.
Change comes that way.
We must be a willing participant, honest with our inventory of past mistakes and then willing to see ourselves in new, often briefly emotionally distressing ways.
We acknowledge what God knows of us. We are satisfied by His knowing.
We are growing as we lift our cups, chipped, stained or soiled from past spiking.
We lift our empty cups and we say.
Fill it, Lord.
Fill my cup.
Come and quench this thirsting in my soul. Fill my cup, Lord. I lift it up.
Linking up with others at FMF, prompted by the word, “willing”.