Prayer for grandmothers

Lord Jesus, You said that whoever drinks the water You give will never thirst. You said it becomes a well inside us, springing up to life.

Father, I read that verse as a young woman. I thought it meant I would never be thirsty again. The truth has been gentler. The thirst still comes. But the well rises to meet it. When the outside is dry, the water keeps appearing from inside by Your Spirit.

Lord Jesus, the well has been faithful. Across decades it has risen at just the right time. After the funeral, when I could not have found a verse on my own, one was already in my mouth. In the long depression, when I could not pray, a half-line of a hymn kept rising in me at four in the morning.

The well is in me. You put it there. Today, let it rise again. Not because I am working it, but because You are the source. Let it meet the thirsts of this day, from the well You set in me.

Amen.