The Spring
Ever feel marginalized? Treated as insignificant, or circumstances out of your control have made it seem as if you’re on the outside looking in? In some cases, maybe you’re on the inside looking out!
Sometimes
we can make a change, but sometimes we are truly stuck. And to get unstuck, we are
depending on Jehovah Mefalti (the Lord our Deliverer), or Jehovah
Jireh (the Lord our Provider), and always Jehovah Ezer (the Lord our
Helper). If you’re promised something (that deliverance maybe), yet nothing
changes, and you watch as change is happening for others around you… Well, a specific
story comes to mind.
In
John 6:5-13, from five small barley loaves and two small fish, Jesus fed a
crowd of five thousand as the food miraculously multiplied until all were full.
Then he instructed his disciples to gather up the leftovers so that nothing was
lost. They filled twelve baskets with leftovers! The point is, God gives
plentifully and nothing is ever wasted. If he does this with loaves and fish to
satisfy his people, how much more of his people will not be lost? Even
things we think are a waste in our lives or have come to nil. They will become
something useful, valuable, because we are valuable. More valuable than a
helping of carbs, protein, and omega-3 fatty acids—as welcome as that kind of nourishment
is to hungry bodies. We, his children, are the apple of his eye. High purposes
and joy are ours. Where we get mixed up sometimes is in our timing/patience.
If
you have ever felt like a micro-island of eroding sand, watching the various
watercraft pass you by for their places to go and people to see, and you feel
forgotten, isolated, stranded, stuck in stagnation. Just remember that Jesus is
the central Spring of Living Water, the source from which to draw your
strength. Like with the loaves and fish, the Spring gives plentifully; in fact,
it never runs dry, and nothing is ever wasted. So repeat those trips to the water
for those refills to keep believing, keep hoping.
Parched?
Stuck? On the sidelines?
The
Spring! The Spring! The Spring!
Still.
Always.
All things bloom in his time, my friend.

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