Regret is a funny thing. Not funny as in “ha-ha,” but funny in the way that it has a habit of showing up when you least expect it. You can be having a perfectly normal day, drinking your coffee, minding your own business, and suddenly your brain decides to replay something you did twenty years ago. And just like that, there it is again. That old ache. That old mistake. That old “if only.” When something happens to me that is especially painful, I have a tendency to pack up my

Sometimes life becomes so heavy that we don’t even know where to begin. The grief of losing someone we love. The strained relationships that leave us wondering how people from the same family can be so different. The pressure of raising children while working, paying bills, caring for aging parents, attending school, serving at church, and trying to hold everything together. And don't forget the doctor’s appointments. financial worries, the uncertainty about the future and T

For thirty days we have stood beside our cisterns. Together we have examined the cracks, removed the debris, faced the places of dryness, and invited the Lord into areas that needed repentance and healing. We have talked about fear, pride, shame, striving, distraction, bitterness, people-pleasing, false sources, divided hearts, and all the things that prevent us from fully receiving the Living Water God desires to pour into our lives. Yet repentance was never the destination.