I am both EXCITED and NERVOUS that you decided to stop by.
Excited because I just want to share my heart and my life journey as I’m experiencing it. Raw, real, and risky.
Nervous-because just like the first time I went white-water rafting, I have no idea what I’m doing-but it’s not worth missing out on the adventure!
(Yeah-that’s me the scared woman under the blue arrow. Thank you Brendah Hansen for saving our lives that day and my Elevate students for making Mrs. V practice what she preaches. LOL! You were right. You can’t live life in fear, standing on the shore-even if you don’t know how to swim-that’s what life jackets are for!!)
Truth is… I’ve always thirsted for more.
More from myself, more from others, more from this great country we call the United States, and more from people who call themselves “Christians.”
And I love water. The meaning of Lynn (in Velynn) means lake. It is also of Spanish origin which means “pretty.” My husband thought I was a “pretty lake”too. He named me, (like Adam named Eve) “Oasis”-which is tattooed across my heart.
I grew up in Portland, Oregon, where it rains more than it shines. I cry like a faucet-constant and consistent. Every emotion that filters through me joy, sadness, frustration, excitement-comes out in tears. I love to drink room temperature water, peach Snapple tea, strong brewed coffee and deep red wines. However, no drink, no matter how refreshing, smooth, or lovely can reach my deepest thirst.
I never understood how a blue-eyed, blonde -haired Jesus could love a little black girl like me. I think the Samaritan woman at the well felt the same way. Jews didn’t talk to Samaritans and Samaritans sure weren’t suppose to talk to Jews. Our country has changed a lot since slavery and the Civil rights era, but back in those days racial lines were dared not crossed. Jesus crosses race, religion and redemption to grab a heart that’s willing to believe. He did for me.
I am so proud of my African-American heritage, but more than the color of my skin I am so grateful that God saw the condition of my soul. Like the woman at the welI, I looked for people to stir up and quench the parched places of my needy heart. When their attention and love for me would run out, I would go searching again for another to feel my empty well.
It didn’t happen over night. It wasn’t pretty or even planned-but one day the God of the universe stopped by my address and gave me a drink that has never gone dry. And every day He offers me a fresh glass of living water that I get to sip on all day long.
Today’s Cup: John 4:13-15 (The Message)
13-14 Jesus said, “Everyone who drinks this water will get thirsty again and again. Anyone who drinks the water I give will never thirst—not ever. The water I give will be an artesian spring within, gushing fountains of endless life.”
15 The woman said, “Sir, give me this water so I won’t ever get thirsty, won’t ever have to come back to this well again!”
(PS He’s got a cup with your name on it!!)
Walking In Deeper Waters Together,