The Well Will Not Run Dry

Ever feel completely drained?

I do.

On days like these, I stumble out of bed, feeling as rested as an insomniac running on four hours of sleep can be. I take out my Physics notebook and aim to conquer light refraction and wave length. My brain promptly conks out. I run errands with my mom across town, hit home for lunch, and head out to babysit for the rest of the afternoon. I'm physically tired from long days (those days when you wish bedtime was at 2 in the afternoon), early mornings (thanks, Insomnia), and late nights (I hate you, Insomnia). I'm spiritually starving because my Bible sits on the shelf while I run around trying to satisfy the demands of Real Life.

Some people would probably say the two are unrelated - physical and spiritual emptiness. I don't think so. One tends to exacerbate the other, and both together make for an unhappy combination.

It's ironic, really. The Word is meant to be our inexhaustible source of strength in the face of everything life throws at us, and yet right when life starts winding up for the pitch, we feel overburdened and let that all-important relationship begin to slide.

On nights like these, I make myself a cup of hot tea and sneak a cold apple dumpling from the fridge. I settle on my soft quilt and my cat jumps on the bed to cuddle. I put away the research report notes and open up the Word.

The well will not run dry.

Photo courtesy of a Well Traveled Woman