Revelations at the Well - Part 3

So much wisdom was gleaned at the Well with my Savior this year. You can read about much of those lessons in Part 2 of this series. Today's revelation at the well has been the overarching, life-shifting lesson of them all and deserving of it's own space.

Of all the revelations, of all the lessons learned and good things bestowed on me through the year of well here's what I'm clinging to: Jesus is not just the Good Shepherd, He is my Good Shepherd.

Sprinkled through every trial and triumph, each time I opened the scriptures, in every conviction of the Spirit it all comes back to John 10:11: The Lord is my good shepherd.

I have the sweetest opportunity to lead bible study in our local church, and I’m going to let you in on how I choose the studies for our groups because it’s important to this revelation. I begin with prayer and typically sit at the well with Jesus seeking discernment and wisdom. Then I seek counsel of wise women and my pastors. I list intentionally to the women to hear their needs. And then I return to the well and plead for discernment and wisdom.

The studies God guided me to this year were so divinely appointed. I pray the women who sat with me in the scriptures walked away with wisdom, I really do. But more than anything I sit in awe of the kindness of God to bring the specific studies He did for my year at the well.

Woven through each study was enlightenment of who He is as my good shepherd and what that means for my life.

If you’d have asked me in January what Psalm 23 is about I’d have told you death. Today, I humbly offer to you that Psalm 23 is about abundant life with our Good Shepherd. Through the study of scripture I have tasted and seen that his role as my Shepherd is a good and merciful gift.

Here’s what I’ve learned about my Shepherd this year:

My Shepherd knows me intimately in a way that I only get a taste of this side of glory. Did you know that a Shepherd knows his flock so well he could pick them out blindfolded? He knows every detail of our lives, sees every need we have and meets it with the comfort and correction of His rod and staff. See John 10:14-18, Psalm 23:4


My Shepherd makes me lay down in green pastures (Psalm 23:2). Sheep are fickle animals and only lay down when they’re free from fear, friction with others, pests or annoyances, and free from hunger. Here’s how my Good Shepherd makes me lay down: Jesus is peace in the face of fear. He is the restorer of every conflict. He is the yolk that bears every burden. He is the source of satisfaction. This is how Jesus loves me; this is how he makes me lay down in green pastures.


My Shepherd will speak to me, and as His sheep, I will know his voice and follow Him. The year of well felt like a continual delay and detour. Yet He still spoke and pointed to me divine obstacles as opportunties. Praise God this surrendered sheep heard His still, small voice and followed her Good Shepherd.


By August much of this new knowledge of Jesus had taken root in my heart and mind. So when I received the call that Doc, my grandfather, was not well and would soon pass I knew what my next steps would be.

Only by the strength of the Spirit did I ask my mom, aunt and grandmother for a few minutes alone with Doc on his last day. The door closed gently behind them and all I could recall in that moment was the intimate love of my Good Shepherd.

These words poured out as an offering and I prayed them over my earthly hero as he prepared to meet our Savior:

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for you are with me; your rod and your staff they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil. My cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy will follow my all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

The words poured out knowing this psalm isn’t one of sadness but of celebration for who our Shepherd is and how He loves us.

I don’t know if Doc could comprehend what I said. I don’t know that he even knew who I was, but the presence of my Savior in that room in those few minutes is one of the kindest things my Good Shepherd will provide to me in this earthly life.

Jesus as my Good Shepherd shifted everything for me this year. It shifted how I know him, how I trust Him, but mostly how I’m satisfied by Him alone.

I can stand firm today just as I did in August with my hand laid gently on my grandfather’s arm and claim: Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Though it was a hard year of pruning and suffering, in Christ alone it was blessed and abundant. To dwell at the Well with my Savior is the place I return over and over knowing that He is the wellspring of eternal life, fully satisfying to my soul. 


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