A Morning At The Well

I am a leaky person.
            Siphoning the world through in hopes something will stick. Fill. Remain.

I have the Spring of Life at my fingertips.
             The body of Living water, standing at my well, inviting me to siphon no longer.

The days I walk away, or hem, haw and delay in the terror I cannot always explain is with me – do not succeed in banishing Him from that well.

The well where He tells me everything I’ve ever been. Where He uncovers the pieces I work feverishly at keeping hidden. Where He applies the medicine of Light to my festering wounds. Where He comes back to, again and again, every morning – remaining.

My fear and flesh do not repulse Him. My weakness does not deter nor humor Him. My bared self, all of my shadows, do not cause Him to recoil.

              He tells me everything I’ve ever been.

He tells me everything I’ll ever be.

And that is enough to give me life, abundantly. 
Let the siphon fall away – for it has no purpose in me. 

“Whoever drinks of the water that I will give [her] shall never thirst, but the water that I will give [her] will become in [her] a well of water springing up to eternal life.” 
(John 4:14, pronoun change mine)

2 Comments on “A Morning At The Well”

  1. This is a great post Leigh. I feel like that is a struggle of every person. The act of trusting the well, God's well, that brings everlasting life, true joy. It is funny, the moment we give ourselves over to Him fully we have a full life. Thanks for the reminder. God has given you beautiful words. Continue to speak them.


  2. Thank you for those words. It means so much that you support me in this creative expression, and that you daily encourage me in truth that He gives me words to say – and that I should be faithful and trust Him with my passion and dreams.


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