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A Deep Word on Humility

Okay, so I don't mean DEEP like you're thinking! :) I find that the most simplest of truths are deep in nature. But this one is both simple and deep.

I was journaling about humility and I simply asked the Lord this:


    Do I have a humble spirit?

What is humility, child?


Well, I’d say it You: willing to take the low seat, to serve...but still so strong in character. It’s not weakness…it’s preferring others in true love, in serving them from the nature of the heart and not duty.

You have answered well, child. And speaking of well…look at this well.( I see me and Jesus at a well! ) Its depths are truly deep, are they not?


They are, Lord. I can see deep down into darkness. Now I see Jesus and me on a rope, descending deep inside the well with spelunking lights on our heads and flashlights and picks in our hands. Where are we going, Lord?

I want to show you the depths of humility, child. It is linked into the heart of a man, in the well of the spirit. It is a nature that only I can work. It is not in your fallen nature by any means, but it is a vein of gold…one hidden deep within the spirit man that I call forth and work up to the surface. Much like this well has this bucket to pull things out of the depths, so is humility drawn out of the heart of a man from the depths of the spirit. It is brought to the surface by those who pull the rope. Sometimes, it is the thirstiest, most needy people who will ‘pull on your rope’ for water to drink. Remember, I am the source of living water in you and I am MEEK and LOWLY in HEART! It is easy to pull on your own rope and toot your own horn J but true humility offers itself as a drink offering to the thirsty and the haughty alike. It’s a call to ‘whoever is thirsty’ to come and drink of your very LIFE, child. This is humility…to offer yourself as I did, as a living sacrifice, a drink offering for the masses or for the one annoying man.

Lol! Too funny, Lord. It is that one who pulls on the rope that can annoy me and bring up a different kind of reaction. :)


This is why I’ve brought you into the depths of the well, child, so that you can see the importance of keeping your water pure.


Kind of like the old western movies of ‘stryktnyne’ being in the well? ;)


Yes! Exactly like that! See, theses waters are muddied deep down. Muddied by bad attitudes or transitions in life that left people sour. But with a touch of my hand…(Jesus touches the water)…and a picking away at the source of the problem…(I see Jesus has me pick away at a big muddy clod that is built along the wall and polluting the water…it falls in his hands)…if you allow me to work at the depths of the heart and remove the problem…shining MY LIGHT (the flashlights!) on the issue, I can remove it and change a man’s nature.



Wow! That’s awesome! And now the waters are clean!


Yes! This is how humility works, or anger issues, or problems of the heart that cause confusion and doubt…it’s all inside, the depths of the spirit.


Beautiful, Lord!





So, there you go! A deep truth about humility...it comes from the depths of us!

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