I feel tired today. Worn out from worries and cares, unanswered questions, too many demands.
I’m supposed to play for youth tonight and I wonder what I’ll bring. I love to play. I love to worship. I don’t every want to stop.
But sometimes, well…the well is dry.
I don’t want to come before people I care so much about with nothing to give. I don’t want to stand before my sons tired, and old. I don’t want to play poorly, with no passion, no glory flowing through me.
The psalmist often used the phrase, “the lifter of my head.” I wonder if he felt the same way as me sometimes. Actually, he stated pretty clearly that he felt the same way.
And do you know why a well runs dry? Yep, it gets cut off from the source. I get cut off from my “Source,” the SOURCE of all wisdom, knowledge, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness. He is still there. He is not changed or lessened by my experiences, my doubts or fears. He remains GOD!
“My hope is built on nothing less…”
You could just as easily say, “my joy is built on nothing less, my peace….”
No, my well is not dry.
2 thoughts on “The Well Is Dry”
No our well which is the Lord Jesus never runs dry, halleluiah! However, the devil sometimes fools us into drinking from the muddy puddles around us. These puddles not only dry up quickly but they are fifthly and offer no real nourishment at that. They leave us feeling drained and sick the total opposite of the well of God that refreshes, heals, and strengthens us. Whenever we feel this way we know it is us that has step out of the light, and put our focus on the wrong thing, just like Peter who started to sink into the stormy waters. Our well hasn’t moved or run out for God is never changing.
 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.(1)Footnotes
(1) 1:17 Some manuscripts *variation due to a shadow of turning*
(James 1:17 ESV)
Good words my friend.