Over The Shoulder

“Oh, that someone would give me a drink of the water from the well of Bethlehem, which is by the gate!” 2 Samuel 23:15

When stronghold has us dug in, hemmed up good, and at jeopardy, thirsty we may become. When the enemy is camped around the well, it’s as if our quench will never be satisfied. And then mighty men break out. Lines are broken through, water is drawn, the gate shutters and it is brought to you. Have you ever been so thirsty that you feared for your life?
The cup of salvation is so detrimental to your being that it is poured out. Though your craving remains a drought, you cannot drink it. You pour it out to the Lord, every last bit, because of the peril ventured to bring it to you. Now there is a new gate at which you stand and three mighty Man repossesses the cup and says drink; all you who are weary drink. All who are bound up and pinned in come to the well. I have seen you hiding and have known your fear for life. Respond to the rescue and offer again a thanks and praise for the appointment I have for you. The antagonist and adversary may be camping but I dwell in front of you and more than all around, to break free of the brigade that so easily entangles so that your quench becomes my desire and in that you shall have unreceding geysers enlarge your territory; such deserts can’t deplete like irrigations. So sup what I bring you, poured out for you, battle grounds of battle grounds Holy and anointed. Amen.