Some of these days have felt longer than normal. I feel the weight of grief pressing down on my chest and shoulders. Sometimes tears escape down my cheeks. I move to do what I do each night, keeping an unconventional and grounding spiritual practice. I fill my jar with water. It’s a spiritual practice of the last 15+ years that has grown more meaningful to me over time.
To some it may just look like I am filling a quart jar with water. A plain, ordinary canning jar with purified water from our refrigerator.
Tonight, as I do this simple act, I am reminded of what this means to me. I remember the deep well that is Jesus. Jesus, the “water of life” who provides me with enough for each day. I fill this water jar in trust, knowing that there will be enough refreshment, enough strength, and enough of this literal, life-giving liquid for the day that is coming.
I go to sleep depleted but I wake up with this jar on my bedside table, reminding me that there is enough for tomorrow. I’m “drawing water from the wells of salvation” which have sustained me today, and will sustain me tomorrow.
And tonight, that is enough.
“Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid.
The Lord, the Lord himself, is my strength and my defense;
he has become my salvation.”
With joy you will draw water
from the wells of salvation.”
Isaiah 12:2-3
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