As children, we sang about a man named Henry. His bucket had a hole. Clueless as to how to fix it, he inquired of his wife, Liza. Her solutions landed him back to the original problem – the hole in the bucket. Poor Henry never found a solution to his dilemma.
Spiritually speaking, I’ve been a Henry. There was once a hole in my heart. I tried to plug it with material possessions, unrequited love, the pursuit of knowledge, and a host of other devices. Each turned up ill-founded. Desperate searches led me to dead ends, until the day I met my Savior. Like the woman at the well, I found the Man who knew everything about me. He loved me anyway. He went out of His way to find me. My bucket was full of holes. This man, Jesus, promised to be the Living Water which would never leave me dry and thirsty. He gave me a new bucket and assured me His fountain flowed 24/7 and would never run dry.
While His fountain has never run dry, I have. I’ve been remiss to fill my bucket. It dried up and cracked – another hole, another meaningless search, another set of problems. Lapses in judgment landed me in wrong places looking for help. In His great love, He’s led me back to the place of wholeness – in Him. A popular song reminds me, “All my fountains are in Him, His love doesn’t run dry, and His stream is everlasting!”
When you have a hole in your heart, allow Jesus to patch it with His amazing grace, love, and mercy.
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