Thursday, March 13, 2008

Living Waters of Truth and Light

by Kari Diane Pike

On the first of the month, I attended the annual writer’s conference sponsored by ANWA. I learned that I am a writer! I have a love of words, an appreciation for the written word and I have been gifted with a passion to share the light and truth that lies within each of us.

Something huge came to my attention as I sat and listened to incredible women share their own truth and light. I am not my “experiences.” I am of infinite worth simply because I exist – a daughter of a Heavenly Father who loves me. I am Intelligence, clothed in Spirit and placed in a physical body so that I can become like my Heavenly parents. I have heard (and even written and said) these things many times, but for some reason, on March 1st, 2008, I heard that little “click” as the light switch turned on and felt the warmth of that light fill my entire being. Who I am does not depend on praise or adoration or even criticism from others. While praise feeds my ego, it is like the cistern described in Jeremiah 2:13, broken and unable to hold water. The story in John 4 where Jesus asks the woman of Samaria to give him water from Jacob’s well, has new significance for me. How often have I, like the woman of Samaria, not recognized the Savior and questioned why he would bother with me? How often have I been given “tasks” or “gifts” and wondered, “Why me?” because I felt inadequate or unequal to the task, just as the woman of Samaria may have felt “unequal” to the Savior, he being a Jew? And how often has he lovingly put his arms around me and led me to that fountain of living waters, just as he testified to her of his divinity? We find strength and joy and peace through the knowledge of who we are and who the Savior is. We learn to recognize that the outside things – experiences, accomplishments, the way we look, perceived failures, and actions of others- are what is described in 2 Peter 2:17 –“These are wells without water, clouds that are carried without a tempest; to whom the mist of darkness is reserved forever.”

Jesus bore witness to the woman of Samaria that, “Whosever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up in to everlasting life.” As we come to know and recognize Christ we begin to fill our well with that “living water”, or light and truth and love of God. With that living water we find we can grow and flourish no matter where we are or what we are experiencing. The light and truth that comes from partaking of the living waters will never fail us. No one can take it away from us or turn it off without our permission. Just before her passing, Linda Shelly Whiting wrote a poem that reawakened a yearning in my heart to come to know our Savior. Here are her words:

Cat’s Claw

The cat’s claw vine climbs

The wall by the courtyard

Next to the garage.

Wild exuberant unrestrained

Inch by inch it heads for the sky

Tiny sticky prongs grabbing

Onto white stucco as it

Pushes each center sprout up

Toward that fire in the firmament.

Growing recklessly, with abandon

Branches soon cover the garage door.

Walking through the garage one day

I see a branch probing down inside

Through a crack of light at the top

I laugh, wondering why it entered,

Then notice the large fluorescent lighting on the ceiling

Flooding the garaged with light.

Someone must have left the light on all night!

I switch the lights off

Two days later, walking through the garage

I see a withered branch of cat’s claw near the crack.

I stop, and look at it in dread.

How often have I followed bright lights that deceive,

Leading to destructive, hurtful paths

Even knowing Christ is the Light of the World?

3 comments:

  1. I have often pondered and feasted on the concept of I am a daughter of God. For me too, for a very long time, that seemed more of a grave responsibility, than something precious. Now, I find great comfort in coming "boldly" to a throne where I already know I loved.

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  2. Thanks Kari, for sharing your thoughts!

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  3. Kari,
    I read and enjoyed your post the day you wrote it, but haven't been on a computer that knows me so I could comment.
    You always write such deep things and make me ponder and contemplate. It's when I read your stuff that I realize what a frivolous person I am. But, like my brother says, frivoling is serious business.

    I'm glad you posted Linda's poem. I loved it and loved the way you used it. What a great way to honor her memory.

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