I think I’ve told you I am a collector.
One of my favorite things to collect is white ironstone pitchers. I love their curves and handles and spouts. They’re not just beauty in my kitchen, I use them for sauces and dressings, iced tea and flowers. I use at least one everyday. Every night I set out a small creamer on a saucer. Then every morning, I pad down the stairs and fill the creamer with half and half for my fresh-brewed coffee.
But there is another story behind my affinity for creamy white pitchers and my blog namesake. It is a journey of 550 miles to find a bride. It is a father loving his son in a time of grief. It is a man trusting God to show him an unfolding answer to a very specific question.
It is a beautiful girl with a heart of grace and a mind of her own. It is the story of Rebekah in Genesis 24. Read the whole story for yourself. In the meantime, here is my favorite part,
She went down to the well, filled her pitcher, and came up . . .
He said, “Please let me drink a little water from your pitcher.”
Drink, my lord.” Then she quickly let her pitcher down to her hand,
and gave him a drink. And when she had finished giving him a drink,
she said, “I will draw water for your camels also, until they have finished drinking.”
Then she quickly emptied her pitcher into the trough,
ran back to the well to draw water,
and drew for all his camels.
I love so may things about Bekah in this story. Here are just the top 5.
She was beautiful, wise and had a mind of her own.
(You don’t have to choose one.)
She filled her pitcher at the spring.
(Do this every morning.)
She filled others from her pitcher.
(Pour out to refresh others.)
She ran back to the spring to draw water.
(Quench & repeat.)
She comforted Isaac in his grief.
(Bring along comfort wherever you go.)
Rebekah’s pitcher was full the way I want to be full; of grace, adventure, courage, compassion, beauty, wisdom and knowing my own heart. She drew from a spring-fed well deep enough to satisfy her soul.
The Lord will guide you continually,
And satisfy your soul in drought,
And strengthen your bones;
You shall be like a watered garden,
And like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.
So grab your pitcher and fill it up with Savior. Freely pour him out to refresh others. Don’t worry about running dry. You’re bound to, in the pitcher anyway. but not the spring, never the spring. You can always run back to the source and fill up again. You’ll need to; on some days many, many times, on hard days, even into the night. When your heart is a desert, God will meet you there with bubbling springs.
Water will gush forth in the wilderness
and streams in the desert.
The burning sand will become a pool,
the thirsty ground bubbling springs.
Our Jesus knows all about it, this filling up and pouring out. He did it all the way to the cross and beyond. So here we go together.
Filling up & pouring out freckled grace.