Hello Blogworld!
Its been a long time but some of my sister are forcing me back into blogland. They are refusing to Facebook and writing all their interesting stuff on their blogs....its making me want to write again...well we'll just see how long this lasts...Lol
I have been backslidden from blogging for quite some time. Either I haven't had the time, nor anything to say or just so caught up in my world that I have no coherent thoughts...maybe that is changing a bit...or not...as I said, we shall see.
I was just recently preached a sermon by Mark Hall of Casting Crowns...it was from their new album called Come to the Well. He (being the Lord) spoke clearly to me...He said "What well are you drawing from? The well of your past experiences....the well of your failures...the well of your successes...how about the well of your spirituality? and how's that working for you?
I saw so clearly that I have been drawing ..for quite some time, from all of those wells...and that those were all fine and dandy sources of living water once up on a time... but in reality...as Mark Hall said...now really just holes in the ground.....drawing from those will guarantee that I will be thirsty again....Living water is my only hope...and there is only one source for that.....I need fresh and new living water from the Living Well every day..all the time...no matter how grand the old "wells" may have been...they are just that...OLD...
So here's to getting unbackslidden (is that a word?) and remembering how to draw from the Living Well that springs up inside....Maybe some living water will spill over into my blog...who knows...
24 comments:
You have plenty coherent thoughts, sis. Keep going, 'cause when you do write, it's always good.
Yes .. FaceBook .. as charming as it is, does cause one not to want to sit down and write. Hum .. I wonder how long I could stay away from it?
The message last week @ His Mansion was also on Living Water...'tis awesome to thirst....
Spring up O' Well, within my Soul. Spring up O' Well and make me whole. Spring up O' Well and give to me...more life...abundantly! Remember this old song? We sang it often back in the day.
But Mark's words "Leave it all behind...and come to the Well." Speak volumes to this ol' sister.
Oh, and write my friend. Let the Wells of your Soul spill to overflowing.
LOve this post!! God has dealt with me too, concerning where I am turning for my water. ...Drink deep from the well of God...that's the only place where we will be refreshed and renewed!
Who can live a life in FB one-liners?
I'm so glad you are back with living water and food for my thirsty soul.
I so well know, it's my own fault for not seeking the right inspiration. The food is prepared, I just have to come and eat. Thanks for making a place for me.
I've said it before, will say it again, with all due respect, and with no intention of putting anyone down - but Facebook is not for me. Felisol is write, how much can you say in one line or two.
I love blogging... it is where my friends and I have stayed connected at a deeper level.
Your thoughts are beautiful, CHeryl. I so appreciate them, esp. this morning.
I will check out the song. I've always liked meditating on wells. My daughter's pad where she lived for only five months was named My Rehoboth, it means the "well of room enough"
Glad I dropped by here today!
Love
Lidia
I just had to come back and wish you a Happy Resurrection Day tomorrow.
May it become a special blessed day to all of us.
Hugs..
P.S. I read your blog post a second time. It's so well written, and made my heart jump with joy once more.
I also recently dumped facebook...for many reasons! Glad to see you blogging again! The well that contains Living Water is the best well I know!
I seriously needed to read this today. Glad to see you back on Blogger.
I so get this. I've barely hung on with blogging, love fb, but miss the deeper posts, but am not writing them. Putting out a lot in other kinds of writing, but don't want to give up the kind of stuff I used to write . . . Looking to Jesus. Asking for refreshing.
It was so fun to see you at my blog again. Thank you for the encouragement.
Hello again,
This is the third time I'm reading your well blog post. Each time new food for thoughts and new blessings.
I know I need more living water.
I also know where to find it.
Now I'm going to have a glass.
Hi JG thanks for your visit and comment
Stopping by to say Hi Cheryl.. Thanks for visiting me
I can so relate to this post. I've been working through some personal things of my own. Thanks for the "deep" and "fresh" thoughts for today. :) Blessings.
"And with joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of salvation", Isaiah 12: 3.
Thanks for visiting today. I'd like to invite in for a cup of tea.
Your last post still stands here for a reason. Good reminder.
P.S. Came to think of Psalm 102:4 "My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread."
That's how I feel sometimes. Drinking of the wrong wells and forgetting to eat my bread. (Word of God)
Just came across your blog...will be back to check in on you...your blog is lovely.
Blessings,
Connie
Dear Cheryl,
I guess when the Lord thinks your words about "living water" have sunk into my heart and soak my my spirit and mind, He will let you write another blog.
Till then, this is a huge reminder and a devotional i love reading over and over again.
Jeremiah 15:16 Thy words were found, and I did eat them;
Dear Cheryl,
Thanks for bringing living water over to my blog too.
Dear Cheryl,
I never get tired of reading this blog post.Every time I come I get refreshed and inspired. The Lord has indeed given you these words to fertilize his garden.
"Living water is my only hope...and there is only one source for that"....
Dear Cheryl,
Thanks for praying and caring.
Thanks for your "well post" of living water.
It's still a blessing and a must.
It's kind of funny. Every time I read through your blog, it's the sentence of living water which catches my thoughts and my heart.
"Living water is my only hope."
They tell about the Swedish play wright August Strindberg, a public atheist. Laying on his death bed he streched his armed upwards and exclaimed, "Ave crux, spes unica." Meaning, Hill cross, My only Hope.
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