Have you heard the song, "He Gave Me the Well?" I have heard it many times but just recently I listened to it again. The song tells of one who was thirsty, searching for just a small drink of water, but then it says that He gave her something He knew would last. My favorite part of the song says, "This story of mercy is now mine to tell. I asked Him for water, He gave me the well."

I asked Him for water, He gave me the well. How many times have I asked for just a taste and received a meal, or a word and was blessed with a book. Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent? If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him? (Matthew 7:9-11) I know that for me, many times good things from God have included healing, a touch, food, friends, safety, answers, strength, courage, comfort, peace, freedom from fear, and so very much more. The list alone could fill a book. I received the gift of salvation and now have a relationship with Him that is beyond explanation.

This story of mercy is now mine to tell. Many places in scripture remind me of this but Psalm 107:2 is a favorite of mine. It reads Let the redeemed of the LORD say so, whom he hath redeemed from the hand of the enemy. God's mercy and grace brought salvation, allowing the blood that Jesus shed on the cross to wash me clean, saving me from the hell that had been my destiny. I was redeemed from the hand of Satan, the enemy, making this a story that is now mine to tell.

To tell the story of mercy and a drink from the well is a blessing that will never end.