The image of the well

A couple months ago..God placed on my heart the image of the well. It was in responding to a chaperones questioning that I proceeded to explain that I felt my well was empty. I felt I had failed the group because I was just too tired to really get to know them all. This conversation happened after the floods, during the robbery time. Anyways I wa shocked when the chaperone seemed shocked. She replied...whatever well youre drawing from, it must be deeper then you think..because our group had no idea you were running on empty. This got me thinking...that if God supplies my well...then it never really will be dry as long as my life is in line with Gods will. This conversation stuck with me and then faded until recently. It campe up again as i refelected on my time at the farm. Looking back..I was not the well or even the water, God was. Looking back I now see that I was merely the bucket, or the vessel that was used to carry the water out to others. Over these past 18 months all of the grace I have experienced and shared it wasnt me at all, but God working thorough me. I only hope and pray that I can continue to be the vessel in Gods well for the rest of my life.