I like to collect things: vintage globes, old trophies, ideas into my commonplace book and white pitchers.
White ironstone pitchers are one of my favorite things to collect. 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, barefoot and in the dark, and fill the creamer with half and half for my fresh-brewed coffee. I like to swirl the cream into a rich dark roast.
But there is another story behind my affinity for creamy white pitchers and my blog namesake. 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 journey of 550 miles to find a bride.
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. When you are done visiting me here, 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.
Gen 24:18-20 (NKJV)
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.
(I try to do this every morning.)
She filled others from her pitcher.
(I am looking for small ways to pour out and refresh others.)
She ran back to the spring to draw water, again and again.
(We always have to fill, 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, strength, 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.
Isaiah 58:11 (NKJV)
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 in the spring, never the spring.
There is living water in 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.
For waters shall burst forth in the wilderness,
And streams in the desert.
The parched ground shall become a pool,
And the thirsty land springs of water.
Isaiah 35:6-7 (NKJV)
Our Jesus knows all about how we get emptied out by life and work and our own brokenness. He knows how we need filling up and what is made to fill our souls. But we cannot stop with being just full ourselves. We are called to spill over and pour out what He gave us. Christ did this filling up and pouring out with what the Father gave him as he walked our dusty roads and ate at the table with his friends and enemies. He did it all the way to the cross.
Let's do it together. Fill our souls with grace and hope and pour it out on a thirsty world. You can find me on Instagram @terriconlin trying to do it a drop at a time.
Life can empty us out. Let's fill our cups with wild hope and add a spout.
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