I don’t even know how I ended up on it. One moment I was praying through my notes, feeling the familiar swirl of “Lord, is this from You?” and the next, I was reading Lois Tverberg’s article — “With Joy You Will Draw Water from the Wells of Salvation.”

And I just sat there… undone.

For weeks now, He’s been speaking to me in water language — wellspring, pouring out, vessels, the Jesus jug. My roots have been washed clean and yet I do not feel naked.

I’ve written about it, felt it, lived it. But suddenly, this ancient truth — this joy of drawing — came alive in a new way.

🜂 The Source

That phrase “with joy” caught me. It doesn’t say with striving or with fear that the well might be empty. It’s joy in the drawing — joy that assumes there’s something already waiting beneath the surface.

God’s salvation isn’t a cup we sip once and set down. It’s a well. Deep, living, replenishing.
And when I go to draw from it, I’m not begging for water — I’m celebrating the Source.

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🜃 The Vessel

A few weeks ago, I wrote about my “Jesus jug.”
It’s just a symbol, but it’s become a precious reminder to me that I am simply a vessel.

Paul said, “We have this treasure in jars of clay” (2 Cor. 4:7).

That means what’s valuable isn’t the jug — it’s what’s inside. And when I pour it out in love, prayer, or story, He fills it again.

Pouring isn’t losing.
Pouring is proof that I’ve been filled.

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🜄 The Pouring

Jesus said, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. Whoever believes in Me… out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.” (John 7:37–38)

That river language — flowing out — keeps returning to me.
When the Spirit moves, He doesn’t pool up; He pours. And everything He touches grows.

I’ve realized that when I write, speak, or even weep in obedience, that’s water flowing.
My job isn’t to manage the current — just to stay open.

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🜁 The Drawing

This is where discernment comes in.
“How do I know if it’s from God?” I’ve asked that so many times.

The answer He keeps whispering is simple: joy.
Joy is the signature of living water. Not giddiness — but that deep peace, that exhale of knowing He’s here.

If it drains life, it’s not from Him.
If it restores life, it’s the well.

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🜅 The Overflow

Jesus told the woman at the well, “The water I give will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4:14)

That means at some point, you stop drawing and start overflowing, in theory.

I think that’s what’s been happening lately — my well isn’t just for me anymore. It’s spilling into places I didn’t even know were thirsty: conversations, family moments, even this blog.

The joy of salvation doesn’t stay hidden in the ground. It rises.

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🕊 The Call — Give the Garden Away

The other day, He woke me with the words: “Give the garden away.”

It is more like than this spiritual garden He has tenderly watered with my tears, His pruning, and His promise. It’s not about “me”, only the relationship I have with Jesus.

And now He’s saying: share it.
Pour it out.
Let others taste and see.

Father God, please control the spigot!

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💦 The Reminder

Water.
Joy.
Drawing.
Pouring.
Overflowing.
Giving away.

It’s all one movement — His Spirit in us.

So today, I’m lifting my little Jesus jug again and drawing from the wells of salvation — with joy.
Because He never stops filling.
And I never stop needing Him