I love my job, but it is so much more challenging than I ever thought it would be.
So many of my students are deeply wounded.
It’s hard to know where to begin sometimes.
At the same time, I feel even more strongly that this is right where God wants me.
Still, by Friday evening I am emotionally drained and exhausted…
I am reminded of a story I read once about a young person working in ministry. His “well” was running dry and yet the demand for water kept increasing. In desperation, he turned to an older woman and asked, “Can’t someone else fill my cup so that I can keep pouring out?” Her response, “Dig deeper.”
I am thankful for the weekends and purposefully set aside time for rest. I also turn to the Spring of Living Water, and dig deeper. My students don’t have anything to draw with and the well is deep…
I will go to Jacob’s well
To fill my cup with Living Water
From the stream that has no end
And I will thirst again no more
…This is my prayer in the harvest, when favor and providence flow
I know I’m filled to be emptied again, the seed I’ve received I will sow…