To Fetch a Pail of Water

From Mother Goose to mentoring, being deserted to deserting, divorce to depression, bitterness to forgiveness, join Jill in her journey across six southern states as she fetches water to quench her thirsty soul. Witness how the Hound of heaven consistently serves her a love-sated ladle of living water, even when her choices seem to spurn His advances. Discovering in the midst of her myriad do-it-yourself schemes that she was being sought, she imputed the revelation that God only uses cracked cisternsand fractured she felt.

Because the three Wise Men diligently searched for the promised bright star and readied their gifts amid the worlds busyness, they were the ones enlightened by Jesuss birth. Light is sown like seed only for those girded with the gift of expectation. Dwelling in darkness chains us inside a prison of our own making, but its often more comfortable than freedoms difficulties.

Butit is only in falling, and in breaking our crowns, that we tumble into an acute craving for our Maker to truly exercise His uncontestable sovereignty over us. The tough, hard seed corn must be buried and broken before it blossoms. He has granted us choices: Tears or triumph? Mourning or morning? Pitiful or praising? Haphazard or holy? Do-it-yourself or divine design?

Come. Bring your empty pail, and don your apron. He will fill them with the finest wheat and honey from the rock. Open your mouth wide. How much do you want?