Conversations at the Well

INVITATION INTO THE DEEP

Genesis 1:2 tells us that darkness was over the surface of the deep.
Adam didn't know what was happening when God called him to a deep sleep just before He created Eve.
Abraham was in a deep sleep caused by God just before He revealed His glorious covenant to Abraham.
In Luke 5:4 we find Jesus inviting Peter out into the deep. Ever wonder about that?
The deep. Our hearts can't touch the bottom and we feel very small and wonder how we got out here and we begin heading back to the shallows. Does Jesus call each of us to the deep?

You are invited to explore the "Deep" at Conversations at the Well on Monday, November 9 at 7pm (note the date change, please)

Worship
A Conversation written and shared by Diana Morgan
Time on your own in the Word (bring your Bible, journal, pens, high-lighters, favorite quiet time supplies)
Prayer

If you would like to attend reply to this post or email Diana at jacobswell@dc.rr.com

Feel free to invite a friend.

CONVERSATIONS AT THE WELL
MISSION STATEMENT

Conversations at the Well exists to draw women into a deeper walk with Jesus Christ through inspirational writing that stirs the heart to go deeper into God’s Word for themselves and then provide tools and extended time to interact on their own with God’s Word and thereby cultivate an intimate relationship with God that is life-changing.

6 And now, just as you accepted Christ Jesus as your Lord, you must continue to live in obedience to him. 7 Let your roots grow down into him and draw up nourishment from him, so you will grow in faith, strong and vigorous in the truth you were taught. Let your lives overflow with thanksgiving for all he has done.
Col 2:6-7 (NLT)

CHOSEN

I read the words again and it seemed to me they began to change as I looked at them. Their edges became golden and they began to move as though alive. I read His words in red again out loud, "You did not choose me, but I chose you..." I closed my eyes and let His words surround me but other thoughts pushed their way in - memories from my childhood that told me something different about myself. I had never been chosen for anything. I was always the last kid on any team - the one no one wanted because "I wasn't good enough." I was too slow. Too clumsy. Too small. Too weak. Too dumb.

The "too labels" carried over into my adult years though they increased in number. I was too unnecessary. Too unneeded. Too lonely. Too old. My heart cried out to be wanted. To be enough for someone. And then as I searched for "chosenness" the too labels increased. I became: too far gone. Too used. Too lost. Too broken. As these "word-rocks" flew out of my past and landed at my feet I heard His voice through the dust, "I chose you." My heart looked up into the eyes of He who gave all for me and the labels from the past seemed to fall away as we sat together. He spoke those words again and His voice poured through my parched soul like a refreshing mountain spring on a hot day, "You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit - fruit that will last." He looked into the deep places of my soul and repeated His Words again, "I chose you." I felt His breath on my heart and other labels began to emerge. In His presence I am: precious. Loved. Wonderfully and fearfully made. Near His heart. Gifted for His purpose. Called to bear fruit. I have the hearing of the Father who sees me through the eyes of His precious Son.

I am CHOSEN.

Dear one, are you doing the "Too Step?" Do you see yourself as too small. Too weak. Too old. Too insignificant. Too lost. Too broken. God made a habit of calling the "too's." Those the world called weak, useless, scoundrels, adultresses, lost, uneducated, too old, God chose to shame the big, the wise, the well schooled. Shhh...be still. Do you hear Him? His voice thunders through your soul, "You did not choose me. I CHOSE YOU (emphasis mine) and appointed you to go and bear fruit - fruit that will last. Then the Father will give you whatever you ask in my name." God chose you! Let His precious Words of truth surround you until you feel His very breath touch your heart as He whispers, "I CHOSE YOU."

Read John 15:16

An original Conversation by Diana Morgan
October 25, 2009

I am Whole

Wonderful Healer, touch my soul. Word of God - soothing Balm applied in love by an unseen hand, making me whole, making me whole.

Breath of God surrounding me, never ceases filling me. Heart be still, in His presence dwell, allow His Word deep mysteries tell. Refreshing river of life flow through my soul. Yes, making me whole, making me whole.

Holy Spirit my comforter be, help these weary eyes to see, though these earth days seem dark as coal and my heart does break, I am being made whole, yes, being made whole.

Precious Word on foreign land, rugged cross, nail-pierced hand. Daily walking by my side, bidding me in You abide. Nail-pierced hand touch my face, my earth-eyes first glimpse into the eyes of grace. Word of God with nail-pierced hand, finally in your presence stand. Rise up and sing O ransomed soul, I am whole, yes, I am whole.

An original Conversations at the Well poem
By Diana Morgan

You are Invited to Conversations at the Well

Dear friends,

This week finds me exploring the deep with Jesus. When He called me last week to go with Him it was very unsettling. My heart couldn't see or touch the bottom and I was uncertain why He wanted me to go out there again. I'd been there before and had come up empty. It's much more comfortable to stay in the shallows where we can quickly and easily get to shore if we need to. Does this sound familiar?

If you remember, we were going to study the "deep" in September but then the Lord switched things up at the last moment - as He often does. Now I see a little of why He wanted to wait. I thought I'd been to the "deep" before but I had no idea the depth of the deep He was calling me to explore with Him this time.

When He (Jesus) had finished speaking, He said to Simon, "Now go out where it is deeper and let down your nets..." Luke 5:4 (NLT)

So, come away by yourself to a quiet place and explore the "deep" as we look into God's Word to see what He has to say about going out into the deep.

What: Conversations at the Well

When: Monday, October 12

Time: 7pm (please arrive at few minutes early so we can begin at 7)

Where: Diana's home Call 567-9339 for directions or email jacobswell@dc.rr.com

What to expect and what to bring:

Worship

An original Conversation (devotion) from the heart and pen of Diana

Time alone with God's Word

Close in a time of prayer together

Bring: Bible, journal, pens, high-lighters, your favorite quiet time tools and a listening, tender heart.

See you at the Well.

A LETTER IN THE DUST

Dragged through the streets of my past
By chains that bind my life held fast;
Before the accuser I am exposed and shamed
As every sin out loud is named.

Guilty. Guilty, the crowd cries;
as condemnation ‘round me flies.
I dare not chance to look around;
I fix my gaze upon the ground.

My heart is broken deep within;
as I’m confronted with my sin.
“She must pay”, the crowd observed;
“It’s time she got what she deserved.”

There I stood condemned to die,
No escape, though I did try.
Justice was what the law demanded;
I stood there waiting, empty handed.

No way to pay on my own;
For my sin could not atone.
Could not break free of these chains.
Could not wash away sins stains.

The accuser laughs; his voice mocks.
He instructs the crowd to pick up rocks.
But from their midst emerged a man;
He walked as though he had a plan.

Past the accuser He did stride;
Explained to me how He died.
How He came to save the lost;
My sins on Him nailed to the cross.

I took the gift he offered me:
Forgiveness, life, eternity.
I looked at him with upturned face;
Chains removed, cleansed by grace.

He looked at me and then bent down,
His finger wrote upon the ground.
The eyes of those who did condemn
saw written out all their sin.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
as rocks of judgment hit the ground.
Charges dismissed! You’ve been set free!
Angels sing the Lord’s decree.

I stood alone before the Lord;
no longer dead, fully restored.
Then Jesus, Lord, the One I trust,
wrote a letter in the dust.

My dear daughter, I’ve called your name.
Never will you be the same.
Do not dwell on where you’ve been;
Plagued by worry o’er forgiven sin.

Of my love a living testament be,
So others too may be set free.
All heaven with joyful song resound,
For she who was lost now is found.

I will follow Jesus all my days.
And in my heart unending praise
for He who died and took my place
Amazing love. Amazing grace.

An original Conversations at the Well Poem
Diana Morgan
© Copyright September 2009