When You’re Tired of Filling Everything Up Yourself
With the midday sun beating down, she picked up her jar and took it to the well to get water. All the other women walked to the well in the cool of the morning to fill their jars. It was nicer for them that way. Those who did not hide their heads in shame as they met at the well to chat.
For this woman, it was nicer to go alone when no one else would be there to avert their eyes, snub her, or gossip about her. She avoided the community that avoided her.
Walking up to the well, she saw a man sitting there. She knew she could still draw water in peace as men didn’t speak to women. Also, he was a Jew and she a Samaritan. Another reason not to talk.
Yet, he asked her for a drink. He went deep in the conversation to her real need for living water that would keep her from thirsting again. He told her he knew of her life, her sins, and he still made the decision to speak with her.
By the end of the conversation, she left her water jar and ran to the people she had spent years avoiding to bring them to Jesus, the Messiah.
I heard Lauren Chandler recently speak of this woman at the well. As Lauren read the Bible, the verse (John 4:28) where the woman left her vase at Jesus’ feet blazed up at me as it never had before. Then as Lauren spoke of what God had for her to say, the part where the woman left the jar was highlighted to her.
The woman met Jesus and left her jar.
I met Jesus many years ago now, but I still carry around my jar. I try to get filled in so many other ways, rather than leave it with him.
My jar? It is approval.
Oh, how I bow down to people’s approval. I hate to be thought of poorly. I try to skirt around hard things. I try to make sure everyone smiles at the very thought of me.
Ridiculous approval issues and lies swirling. Professing Christ, but not practicing when it comes to letting my worth come from what He says about me. Professing Christ, but bowing down to what other’s say about me.
I’m a recovering approvaholic.
I drink shallowly from my jar of approval and return to it again and again, rather than drink deeply from His living water that can truly quench my soul.
This is my confession and with confession comes freedom (Ps 32:5). I pray I can leave the jar. I pray for you to lay down your jar, whatever it may be, as well. It’s too heavy. It’s useless.
Let us practice what we profess: Christ is all.