Filled with What
Sam is lying on her bed. She has just finished reading the story of the woman at the well in John chapter 4. She is waiting for her sister Britney to come home from a date.
Sam: Lord, thank you that you want to fill us with Yourself. Bring girls and guys to Yourself by your grace. Show them that You're the one that brings true happiness. That You're the only one who's really, as Britney would put it, all that. Show her Lord. She goes out with a different guy every two weeks. You know how empty that is. Fill her in a way that no guy can.
Britney: [Walks in, slams the door]
Sam: What's the deal, sis?
Britney: I could ask you the same thing.
Sam: What?
Britney: I heard your little prayer! Why are you so against my having boyfriends?
Sam: [Suppresses a giggle] I'm not against your having boyfriends.
Britney: That's right. You don't play the girls should have fun together.
Sam: I don't believe in dating. I think God wants His people to keep our hearts pure for their spouses.
Britney: You can have your God. I'm having fun with boys. What's wrong with that?
Sam: I'm not even saying you have to stop dating. I just wish you wouldn't look to boys to make you happy.
Britney: What makes you think I'm doing that?
Sam: [Walks over to Britney and puts her arm around her] Britt, you're 16. You've haven't spent a Friday or Saturday night without some guy in over a year. Doesn't that tell you something?
Britney: [Jerks away from Sam] It tells me I'm having a lot of fun. And I am not a guy-ophobe. Miss wouldn't shave her legs till she was 16.
Sam: [Cracks up laughing, nudges Britney’s shoulder]
Britney: [Peers at Sam, who stops laughing] Really, Sam, they're not all like Dad.
Sam: I know, really I do. And besides Dad and I are cool now.
Britney: yeah, but I still think you're just scared.
[She goes in the bathroom to change for the night.]
Sam: Why can't she see that everything’s different now? She's seen me shave my legs. She's even seen me look at a few guys and talk to them. I used to be filled with anger. I'd move every time a guy would sit down at the same table with me at lunch. Lord, since You've made things better with dad, I don't get angry with Mom anymore. It's a lot more fun being filled with You. I don't see any fear. I see confidence and power. True power. Lord, if there is any fear, replace it with a more of You. Britney needs to see more of You. Fill me, Father.
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