by Heather Tabers
We all know the story in the Bible about the woman at the well. Jesus asks her for a drink of water and before long He is telling her that He is the source of living water. He says that all who drink the well water will thirst again but all who drink from the water He gives will never thirst again.
This idea of hungering or thirsting for Jesus is woven in and out of Scripture, praise songs, and Sunday School lessons alike. We sing, “As the deer panteth for the water, so my soul panteth after Thee, You alone are my hearts desire and I long to worship Thee.”
But do we really?
I often find myself craving the things I need from God. I beg for His help. I plead for His mercy. I ask for a laundry list of blessings for myself and others but I have rarely truly craved God.
In fact, there was a time that God just wasn’t enough for me.
After five years of begging and pleading with God to restore my broken marriage and to return my husband to the wife and children who loved him and needed him, I found myself alone, a single mom, raising four babies. Oh, and I was looking for a man.
My daddy had just lost his battle with cancer and my husband had just left our family for the life of a bachelor. I felt alone, betrayed, vulnerable, unprotected. And since it wasn’t possible to go out and get myself another daddy, I thought I needed to go out and find one for my kids. Surely, a husband was what I needed to feel safe, secure, and loved.
My eyes were on my circumstances and not my Savior.
I made mistakes. I looked for love in all the wrong places. I settled for sloppy seconds instead of waiting for God’s best. I took kind gestures and approving glances from anyone who offered and I feasted on flattering words. I was so hungry, so thirsty.
Thankfully, I still had people in my life who spoke truth to me. One such friend told me that I didn’t need a husband and he asked me a question that would change my life.
“Is God enough for you?” he asked.
Of course, I answered with the Sunday School answer that God is always enough.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “Are you really sure He’s enough for YOU?”
God wasn’t enough. To be more accurate, what I was taking from God wasn’t enough. I wasn’t drinking from His fountain, I was merely admiring it from afar.
Looking at God does not quench your thirst. You must drink from His cup.
In that moment I realized what an egregious error I was making.
Was I really so bold as to look the God of the universe in the eyes and tell Him that He was not enough for me?
In that moment, my will surrendered and my tongue confessed. I postured my heart before the King in such a way that I could drink from His never ending well.
Sadly, I often still find myself parched and thirsty, wandering a dry land and wishing for sweet refreshment. Where is God then? Why is He not enough?
It is never He that abandons me; it is I who abandon Him. When God’s supply feels dried up and lacking, it is because I have wandered far from Him.
He’s not going to follow me into the desert, chasing after me and begging me to drink from His cup. But when I realize that I’ve deviated from His path and I turn back, His well never runs dry and His refreshment is always sufficient.
His grace is enough. God is enough.