I need a Leak Healer

 

Periodically I’m reminded…

I’m leaking
Out my eyes
Out my mouth
Everywhere
I can produce nothing without the miracle of God.

I’m like a bucket full of holes
I can’t hold water
I can’t achieve my sole purpose
Fill me!
Fill me!
Fill me!
I want to be filled.

But I keep dripping
Pouring
Leaking

I’m an ancient city, strong walls breached and broken down.
Build me!
Build me!
Build me!
I want to be strong.

But I keep being found weak
Compromised
Penetrated
Ruined

I need a Leak Healer
A Wall Builder
A Life Giver
A Living Water Springer
Aw, forget the bucket
I need a spring in me!

And each time I look square in the mirror at the reality of my inability
Just when I seem most hopeless, or most aware of my hopelessness
Just then I’m most hope filled
I hope like good-as-dead Abraham hoped
In Him who calls into existence the things that do not exist

 

Quieted,
Sheila

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