Here is something I wrote several years ago.
Giver
© 2011 David H.Watson
As she flew, higher and higher, she could see it all - the valley below, the dry riverbed winding a lonely path. She gazed at the riverbed, and thought it looked worn and out of place. It was like the river had given of itself as much as it could, and now it was spent. It yearned to be erased from existence, but yet it remained there: a testament to the unyielding nature of life to take and take and take and...
Her thoughts migrated to what she was escaping from and she realized that people can be the same. Or perhaps it's the pervasiveness of death and evil in life that robs the givers of everything. But, shouldn't redemption and the infinite love and grace of God act as a never-ending well to strengthen and replenish?
'It does, my child' came the voice of the Spirit of God. I should have known this isn't a one-sided conversation, she responded back. 'Of course not; I love you too much to leave you alone.' Ok, she thought, how does it act as an infinite well Daddy? And why does it seem like the givers just get sucked dry over time? 'My love is a well, my beloved, but you need to learn to draw from it to be replenished. And as you learn to draw from my well, there will be moments where you've given of yourself but not replenished, and in those moments you will feel like the riverbed - worn and spent; used and at times abused. But you will come to a point where you draw simultaneous to you pouring out yourself. ‘
‘At that point, giving will become easier.'
DH
