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As a child, my ignorance of God\u2019s love led me to daydream and to idolize those things that appeared to fulfill and affirm. Make-believe was my soulful comfort six days a week. But then came the big day: Our weekly cultural respite from, not enough. Like Cinderella at the Ball, I got to dress up and food was somehow plentiful.<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n My Thoughts<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n There comes a time in the life of God\u2019s elect when natural water (material sustenance) is not enough. Our eyes are opened to see its limitations, and we hunger for the blessing money can\u2019t buy. Jesus comes in \u2013 we partake of the living water. Salvation disarms our shameful past. We lay aside our futile attempts at self-preservation, and go forth with a testimony that no man can shake.<\/p>\n For further study: Consider these related Scriptures<\/strong> [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n ","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" As a child, my ignorance of God\u2019s love led me to daydream and to idolize those things that appeared to fulfill and affirm. Make-believe was my soulful comfort six days a week. But then came the big day: Our weekly cultural respite from, not enough. Like Cinderella at the Ball, I got to dress up […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"\n <\/p>\n","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-200","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blogs","category-poetryspotlight"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/deborahjeankelly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/200"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/deborahjeankelly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/deborahjeankelly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/deborahjeankelly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/deborahjeankelly.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=200"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/deborahjeankelly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/200\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1098,"href":"https:\/\/deborahjeankelly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/200\/revisions\/1098"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/deborahjeankelly.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=200"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/deborahjeankelly.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=200"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/deborahjeankelly.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=200"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Abba Father, thank you for our meeting at the well. By faith, I can lay down my water jar and proclaim your name before men. I have received the living water and a perpetual feast not limited to Sundays.<\/h2>\n
Sundays<\/pre>\n
Big Mamma didn\u2019t cook no pork\nSo Uncle Joe came by for dinner\nBrooklyn Dodgers filled the air\nIced tea glistened in mismatched glasses\nFood fit for a princess\nI took it all in\n\u2018Cause Monday was coming\nAnd we\u2019d be poor again, through Saturday.\n<\/pre>\n
\u201cJesus answered, \u2018Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of <\/b>water welling up to eternal life.\u2019\u201d John 4:13-14<\/b><\/h2>\n
John 4:1-34; 6:35
Matthew 5:6; 6:33
Romans 8:29-30
Philippians 3:3
1 John 2:17<\/p>\n