Broken Cisterns

Jeremiah 2:12-13 (12)Be appalled, O heavens, at this; be shocked, be utterly desolate, declares the Lord, (13)for my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water.

A cistern that can hold no water. The idea of being not only empty but incapable of being filled should be something that causes a deep mortal dread for every Christian. It should be high up on the list of very valid fears. It includes the idea of being broken in ways that can’t be repaired. In this specific verse, these cisterns are self-made. In my opinion, this is nearly always the case. I am my own worst enemy.

If I am not capable of being filled, it doesn’t matter how much the Holy Spirit pours into me, I will never hold water. The effort is wasted. The worst part is that the Holy Spirit is so incredibly powerful to heal, but is entirely powerless against my own will. If I do not submit to His will and let Him fix what I broke, there will always be this gaping hole in my life.

I want to finish with this thought: the enemy loves nothing more than the spaces we leave empty. If we leave even a tiny space empty, the enemy will find it and fill it as a means to attack us from within. If we choose to leave this space empty, it’s the same as inviting the enemy in. If we can’t fully submit to the Holy Spirit and God’s plan for our lives, we give the enemy a foothold from which to tear down everything around us. The enemy will pour malice, spite, hate, doubt, and so much worse into these tiny spaces. These are the seeds of our own destruction that we have just invited to take root.

Father,
Thank You for Your word, Your plan for our lives. Thank You for Your will, mercy, grace, and love. Without these there is no hope, but You sent Your only Son to the cross to make a way for us to return to You once more. I surrender to You and Your will, Lord. I want You will in my life. I want to be so full of Your spirit that even if my cup shatters there is no room for the enemy to move in my life. Fix the many holes in my cup, Father, then fill it to overflowing for the glory of Your kingdom because You are good.

In Jesus’ name we pray, amen!

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