Living Water

I have walked past this small pond for years. Some days it would be full of life, reflecting the beautiful colors from the landscape that surrounds it. On other days, it would be dry, needing water to fill the parched, cracked soil. Recently, it called me to paint it. “Paint me, paint the Living Water”, it said. So I painted the Living Water that I saw.

When I thought I was finished, the woman walking to the well called me to paint her. She was carrying many vessels, one for each family member she cared for. As I painted to honor her steps, it occurred to me that the woman coming to the well was actually me. I have been coming to the well over and over again, quenching my thirst with the Living Water so that I can pour my heart into those I love.