The Living Water

THE LIVING WATER

By Loretta Miller Mehl

           

             Eleven years old, I’d attended church all my life but when the evangelist asked me, “Are you a Christian?” I knew I was not. I thought about the revival messages I was hearing daily about my need to accept Christ as Lord of my life. Seeking to know more, I started reading in the Gospel of John. The story of the woman at the well intrigued me.

            “Mama, I said, “What is the water of life?” She tried to explain but I could not grasp the meaning. I tried to pray but my prayers seemed worthless. All my efforts to become good enough to be a Christian felt empty.

            Discouraged by my lack of understanding, I knelt in my bedroom later that summer. I did not know that Jesus had been waiting for me to acknowledge my sins, and that he alone could wash and make me clean.

            “Lord,” I said, “I’m a sinner and need to be saved. I’ve been trying to get good enough to be a Christian, but I cannot. You’ll just have to take me as I am.” With tears streaming down my cheeks, I thanked Him as I realized he heard my prayer and took away my guilt.

            His promise of the Living Water then made perfect sense to me. I drank deeply from the Well that never would run dry.

 

Comments

[donna anderson]

Loretta,

Mom and I just read your story. We began to talk about when mom was saved. She was in high school, and went to church with her Aunt Cal. She was baptized in the river, and the water was just as warm as can be. Then she found out that the water came from the mines. Her brother enlightened her :)
We're so impressed that we can find your stories on the web. We're on to the next one. It brings up lots of topics for conversation. Hope you continue to write.

Love you, Donna & Hulene