Dear Lord,

I can’t imagine you ever wanting your daughter to feel stuck in this one precious life.

Suffer, yes. Worn-out, of course. Weak, absolutely.

But stuck? Why would your heart ever desire that your daughter feel stuck when you are a God of unlimited resources? When out of you flows streams of living water and “no one should ever grow thirsty” when they know you.

But Jesus, my redeemer, today I feel very stuck.

Stuck in my circumstances. In my dreams unfulfilled. Today I feel as if there is no way that there will be change in __________________________ (name where you are feeling stuck.)

I am the girl who has let two large rocks begin to tower over her head, feeling pressed in and squeezed out of every hope I ever held. As each stone gets nearer, the confidence I once knew seems like sand blowing in the wind.

And the sand blows farther and I grow weaker and nothing seems easy anymore. And your daughter, your child, the one whom you adopted so I might cry out “Abba Father,” this one is coming, clinging to your feet.

Here I am, arms wrapped around your legs, Abba. My head tilts up as I dare to look into your holy eyes. And could it be that I see water welling into your eyes of glass?

Pools of living water, welling in your perfect, holy eyes.

Could it be that Your Majesty grieves when any daughter of yours feels stuck? Could a good, good Father ache inside when His daughter feels pressed in and hopeless? Could you weep because you have given me all hope, all power, all authority and every resource by the power of your cross…and I am still living hopeless.

And here you are, reliving your resurrection through those tears, asking me to relive the power of your resurrection with you? Remembering that when you died, I died and that when you rose, I rose.

And that every power in heaven and earth that is yours, is mine. And as you are seated at the right hand of God, you raised me up and seated me with you in the heavenly places, so that you might keep showing me grace.

Grace abounding over abounding grace.

Could that be what tears of living water mean?

Together our tears fall on the ground, pooling and I know. I remember now, God. I am not stuck. I am risen with you. A daughter with arms wrapped around, Abba; a woman with hands touching and receiving every ounce of creativity, hope and beauty from the One who freely gives Himself.

Thank you, Father. I love you.


“But God who is rich in mercy, because of his great love that he had for us, made us alive with Christ even though we were dead in trespasses. You are saved by grace! He also raised us up with him and seated us with the heavens in Christ Jesus so that in the coming ages he might display the immeasurable riches of his grace through his kindness to us in Christ Jesus.” Ephesians 2:4-7 CSB