When We Long For the Fountain of Living Water To Revive Us

Running and leaping over fences, a deer flees from hunters. Her sides heave and her nostrils quiver. Her heart beats overtime. Her open mouth pants for water. Will her enemy ever stop pursuing her? Where can she get some water to give her strength to keep going?

“As the deer pants [longingly] for the water brooks,
So my soul pants [longingly] for You, O God.”

Psalm 42:1 AMP

We can identify with a deer’s plight, can’t we? Satan is relentless in pursuing us. Every moment is hunting season for him. He will stop at nothing to devour us. He knows where we are the most vulnerable. He batters us with lies: God doesn’t care about you. You’re insignificant to Him and to everyone. You have no purpose in this life. And on and on… He will stop at nothing to discourage us and keep us away from the Fountain of living water we so need to refresh us, energize us, and revive our fainting spirits.

As a deer pants longingly for water brooks, every fiber of our being can long for a refreshing and reviving drink from Jesus, the Fountain of life. Without His life-giving strength, we can’t go on. We try to keep replacing Satan’s lies with God’s truth, but we can become so battle-weary. Come, Lord Jesus, come!

Jesus knows when we are too weary to keep going. He constantly invites us, “Come, My child, come. You don’t have to do this alone.” His longing for us is infinitely greater than ours. He is the Fountain of living water that longs to quench our thirsty souls. He is the Fountain of love and mercy that never runs dry. He is the Fountain of sufficient grace that is available every second of day or night.

All Who Are Thirsty
by Kutless

“All who are thirsty
All who are weak
Just come to the fountain
Dip your heart in the stream of life
Let the pain and the sorrow
Be washed away
In the waves of His mercy
As the deep cries out to deep, we sing…”

Strength In the Darkness of the Soul


Are there times in your life when you feel completely worn out in body and soul? When you try to remember promises, but your memory just can’t grasp them? When your soul feels so parched, you can’t survive without a drink?

I was lying in the hospital with pneumonia. I felt so sick and weak and my brain would not function. I didn’t have the energy to read. I tried to remember one of God’s promises, but my brain didn’t cooperate. My soul was dry. I couldn’t live on without any Living Water.

Oh God, I feel so sick. May I just die? I can’t read. I can’t remember. I can’t go on this way. Please, please, please let me know You are here…

I closed my eyes and saw beneath my eyelids a silhouette of Jesus, black with a red background. How can this be possible? I opened and closed my eyes again. It was still there. That glorious image. God, is this really from You? 

Then His words seeped into my soul:

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.” (Isaiah 41:10)

It was so hard to think though… Really, God? Are You with me? Are You really holding my hand?

And He repeated it several times over.

Like healing balm seeping into my soul.

Ah, I didn’t have to think.

He was thinking for me.

Thank You, God.

As my soul rested in His hands, I fell asleep.

Beautiful soul rest.

“The soul would have no rainbow
had the eyes no tears.”
~ John Vance Cheney

God Is Always Here

Oh My precious child

I hear you from the deepest, darkest pit.

Don’t be afraid.

Don’t be disheartened.

I am here, My child, even in the dark.

I am always here.

I will help you.

I will give you strength.

I will lift you up again.

I will uphold you

With my victorious right hand.

Fear not, My child.

Fear not.

My love never dies.

A Child's Trust

Dear Jesus, You know the hearts of each and every one of us. You know every situation. Right now, in this very moment. Nothing is hidden from You. Whoever is in soul distress, please show them You are always with them. Whisper Your words of love into their hearts. Apply Your healing balm into their souls. Give them to feel Your victorious right hand holding theirs. In Your Name, Amen!

Soul Rest Sunday