May Your Wells Be Filled

“Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well, the rain also filleth the pools.”—Psalm 84:6.

HIS teaches us that the comfort obtained by a one may often prove serviceable to another; just as wells would be used by the company who came after. We read some book full of consolation, which is like Jonathan’s rod, dropping with honey. Ah! we think our brother has been here before us, and digged this well for us as well as for himself. Many a “Night of Weeping,” “Midnight Harmonies,” an “Eternal Day,” “A Crook in the Lot,” a “Comfort for Mourners,” has been a well digged by a pilgrim for himself, but has proved quite as useful to others. Specially we notice this in the Psalms, such as that beginning, “Why art thou cast down, O my soul?” Travellers have been delighted to see the footprint of man on a barren shore, and we love to see the waymarks of pilgrims while passing through the vale of tears.
The pilgrims dig the well, but, strange enough, it fills from the top instead of the bottom. We use the means, but the blessing does not spring from the means. We dig a well, but heaven fills it with rain. The horse is prepared against the day of battle, but safety is of the Lord. The means are connected with the end, but they do not of themselves produce it. See here the rain fills the pools, so that the wells become useful as reservoirs for the water; labour is not lost, but yet it does not supersede divine help.
Grace may well be compared to rain for its purity, for its refreshing and vivifying influence, for its coming alone from above, and for the sovereignty with which it is given or withheld. May our readers have showers of blessing, and may the wells they have digged be filled with water! Oh, what are means and ordinances without the smile of heaven! They are as clouds without rain, and pools without water. O God of love, open the windows of heaven and pour us out a blessing!  C. H. Spurgeon

Observances of the 14th anniversary of September 11 have come and gone, but the feelings and emotions associated with that dreadful day linger in the psyche of this nation.  Days of lost and sorrow can make us forget, sometimes whose really in control, and what our response should be.  As Spurgeon wrote, “may the well they [we] dug be filled with water”; Christ’s life giving water.  Dig some well, so the thirsty traveler can find rest, solace and blessed peace in your vineyard.

Business Cards

Moving is a strenuous and challenging process.  Clothes, dishes, toys, books, pictures, and other things we’ve culminated over the years must be shifted through, then either packed, donated, sold or discarded.  The criteria used to determine what stays or goes sometimes comes down to the memories associated with it, and not its size.

When I came across an old stack of business cards tucked away lovingly in a tin box, I soon realized each carried an intrinsic value.  As I flipped through each one, the memories of days gone by came rushing forward. Many of these people, whose lives we touched, and touched ours were more than just business associates, or colleagues.  They had move into that sacred community where unconditional love and support resides.  Every card told a story. From the times of our once flourishing business that opened doors to travel, new opportunities, and an introduction into ministry to those that brought back moments of sorrow, joy and love.  One card had a long handwritten note of condolence when we lost our son, another a note of thanks, one card was from a friend, now dearly departed, and others were simply cards attached to the hopes and dreams of their owners.  Who would have thought that such a little thing could hold such enormous impact.  A mustard seed is a little thing and yet when it grows it becomes a mighty tree providing support for lots of birds.

These business cards, stored away in a little tin box reminded me of God’s love.   His love comes every day in the form of a divine appointment, of meeting a lifelong friend, of sharing a testimony, or an encouraging word, or beginning a business relationship.  Gentle memories brought to the surface painting a picture of those blessed encounters triggered by a little thing like a business card.

Covenant Transporters

I was just about to enter the expressway off I-64 between Barboursville and Milton West Virginia, when I spotted a semi from the “Covenant Transport” Company.  Now, I’ve seen these trucks before, but today the words “Covenant, and Transport” hit me.  A covenant is an agreement, or a guarantee between two parties, which specifies, if certain conditions are met those involved will receive whatever is defined in the agreement. In some cases, this is monetary. As I drove behind the semi, there was an ad which read “Drivers Needed.

Covenant, Transport and Drivers Needed.   You and I are transporters of the covenant God made with mankind through our Savior.  Jesus said if we abide in Him, as He abides in the Father, we would be recipients of the covenant.   The Holy Spirit’s residency in the believer’s life is a prime example of what our blessed Savior placed in the covenant.  As a result, there is an opportunity for us to experience abundant life.  And not just abundance, but also anointing power to restore, rebuild, and realign lives.  As long as we are here, it is our sacred assignment to transport (a condition of the covenant), the precious cargo of the Holy Spirit to nourish, educate, guide, motivate, and care for those hurting and loss among us.

I noted the “Drivers Needed” ad on the back of the semi as a call to action.  More of us are needed to become transporters.   So every day, seek to transport behind enemy lines, courage, peace (Shalom), justice, mercy, grace, righteousness, forgiveness and love.   We, all need someone from time to time to lift us up out of despair and confusion; to stand in the gap until our hearts can transport the covenant ourselves.

Ready to sign up?  Applications are available for Covenant Transporters.


Happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold; the feeling of happiness dwells in the soul”. Democritus

The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. John 10:9-11 The abundant life has nothing to do with possessions and everything to do with what possesses our soul.  On long walks I often marvel at God’s creations, because in nature, and in our lives there are lots of opportunity to discover and maintain real lasting happiness.  It begins and ends with our relationship with God, which points us to those things that makes us happy, such as family, friends, compassionate service to others, and being with precious Jesus.  Think of it, God formed us to worship and be with Him.  He created a way to have an eternal relationship through His Son. There is nothing quite like deep abiding sacred place of happiness formed by God.  Satisfaction in knowing that if you had a Job experience, it would still result in happiness because you have God.  To know nothing can separate you from the love of God, from Christ our Savior is a wonderment, and a blessing.  We have happiness.  We have abundant life.  We have all we will ever need for our soul.  So take a moment to slow down, breathe and say Amen for being abundantly happy in God.

Photo taken by Denise L. White

Living with Purpose


What I saw and experienced during those hours was the realization that as human beings we have conditioned ourselves to stay stuck in our pain, our regret, our mistakes, our stuff because we can use it as an excuse for not living with purpose and promise.  Jesus said he came that we might have life and have it more abundantly. But we don’t want abundant life.  We would rather stay in the pain, or in our mess than seeking God and discovering the purpose for which we were created.


There are millions of hurting people seeking an answer to the question, why am I here?   Our search for the answer begins not with things, people, stuff; but with God.  Beloved, discover how to live your life with purpose by discovering God.



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