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.