Red mercury climbs the thermostat to 104 degrees. My Periwinkles and Petunias droop like southern belles beneath a harsh sun. Mindful of their thirst, I spray water from the garden hose into the parched soil.
The plants gulp the cool liquid through stems like a feverish child sucking water through a straw. Thirst quenched, they stand taller; their limp leaves uncurl.
I can endure stifling summer heat. But grey smoke-filled days from a local brush fire keep me indoors; discontent. My spirit droops. What will quench my unmet expectations?
Jesus cried out, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water” (John 7:37, 38)
Actions affect attitudes.
So I come and drink God’s Word.
And believe Jesus when He told the Samaritan woman, “whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.” (John 4:13, 14)
Drink the water.
Soak up God’s endless love and grace.
Feel my parched soul soften, my countenance stand tall….
And my clenched fists uncurl even in this.