I love learning, discussing, expounding, sharing and partaking if the gospel with other "holy women".
Love drinking it in. Gulping it down.
That third hour of church can feel just like that. When your super thirsty on a hot day and you finally get your hands on some water and you just can't get it down fast enough.
The lesson was on Living Water.
And "my cup", my mind, my heart certainly left "runneth o'er".
I had so many thoughts as we sat drench in the Spirit. Living Water is such a perfect analogy.
| Some more thought by another blogger on the women at the well.|
She had need.
And she needed more than physical water.
We all do.
As our Relief Society president gave the lesson she spoke of a severing from the world's darkness and hardness, how the mortality that pulls us can be escaped through Christ. We read form D&C 101:36
for in this world your joy is not full, but in me your joy is full.
Into my mind came an image of a cup. I thought how life in this fallen world takes from us, drains us of energy, of hope. The image became a puncture cup. Leaking. Loosing.
We pour into our cup. We seek. We read. We pray. We try to fill our cup, but it spills out through the sometimes necessary stresses, trials and disappointments of this life. Our very vessels can be cracked a broken.
We have times where we pour enough that the cup fills and we are overwhelmed with joy--looking at a newborn child, feeling connected to the Lord in moments of meditation and revelation, or sitting in a great Relief Society lesson-- "our cups runneth o'er"
And then the daily drain occurs and it's back to faithful filling.
It was mentioned that perhaps in our day of modren connivence that the metaphor of the life giving spring of water is perhaps lost on us. We think very little about turning on a tap to wash dishes, or filling a tub to bath.
Then I realized the correlation. We are in a time when our access to "Living Water" is almost as instant as turning on a tap.
Our scriptures, and words of living prophets once so scarce are now a mouse click a way. We can hold the entire standard works in our phones, listen to conference addresses instantly over the internet.
But then, if we lived in a house with running water and choose never to shower we would still be dirty. We could have all the fresh water in the world, but it would do us no good unless we chose to drink.
I know that Christ is the source of all we need.
The well spring from which all blessings flow.
He has filled my parched spirit again and again. Whether dried out from the harshness of life or my own neglect, He flows in and willingly restores.