I’ve been sitting in my chair in this coffee shop for a solid ten minutes trying to figure out a clever line to open this blog with…
I was also eating a breakfast burrito, so I’m not that mad about it.
But for serious.
I often think that I have to be this quick-witted, funny person 24/7, and when I’m not I get a little insecure. When I don’t live up to the expectations I believe people place on me, I feel like a failure and I’m often concerned that people won’t want to be around me. Dramatic? Yes. Honest? Also, yes.
I thirst for approval. I long to be known. I desire deep satisfaction.
And I don’t think I’m the only one.
This past weekend I was reading John 4, the story of Jesus and the Woman of Samaria. This is a story I’ve heard 1.7 billion times (where my grew-up-in-the-church kids at?!), but I saw this bit of Scripture in a new light this time around.
Jesus approaches this woman who was the town outcast, had multiple husbands, and was such a social pariah she had to go draw water when no one else was around.
In reading this story I became empathetic toward the woman. She was searching for something.
And what does Jesus say to her?
but whoever drinks of the water that I will give will never be thirsty again (John 4:14)
And the woman says, “Sir, give me this water…”
I picture her, with her hands cupped, kneeling next to Jesus, begging for Him to give her a sip of the one thing she thinks will complete her, will fix her.
Now, I’m not sure she really got what he was saying. I’ll never know this side of heaven.
BUT, I do know that Jesus saw a woman thirsty for something only He can provide.
He sees me, thirsty and longing for something more, and offers the only thing that can truly, deeply, and fully satisfy.
He offers Himself.
He doesn’t make me draw from the well before He redeems me.
He redeems me, and my well runs even deeper.
I pray I am never over that truth. That there is a God who left His throne in heaven to dwell among His people in order to save them and place them back in to right relationship with Him…man…that’s a God I hope I never get over.
That’s a God I hope I never stop thirsting for.