This is my yard in the summer.
And this is my yard.
Both patches of earth are inches apart, and have access to the same water running beneath the ground. Why the difference?
Part of my yard is tapped into the underground irrigation system; the other is not.
Duh, tell me something, I don’t know, Karen.
Tell me what to do when my spirit is bone-dry.
- How do I smile and pretend life is great when one dog-day somersaults into the next, and the horizon seems to flat line into nothingness?
- How do I avoid feeling jaded when I strive to live right while the other guy reaps the rewards?
- What if this is good as life gets?
Daunting questions when the spirit is dry on an August day.
By 8:00 a.m., the air is already thick as a wool blanket.
I’m parched as the squirrels that guzzle water from my birdbaths. Plants droop despite the drip lines that watered them a few hours earlier. My cat is stretched out on the warm grass, her lids half closed.
My motivation to pull weeds evaporates like the water drops clinging to my ivy. I plop on the bench swing. I need more than a glass of water or the hum of an air conditioner to chill my mood.
Stuck on Self, I need to tap into the Living Water. Lord, please evict the melancholy from the tenant.
I know, same old Christian song and dance, right? But some things never change.
Meeting with the good Lord is the surest fix for a bone-dry spirit.
- Not talking about flipping through Bible pages like I’m hunting for coupons.
- Not talking about randomly pulling a verse out of context to choke down like a vitamin pill; hoping I’ll have a feel-good day.
I’m talking about camping on one passage. Laying down my burdens, and allowing God to to excavate my heart.
Lord, you want me to become more like you and bring you praise? Then use even this…
Use my melancholy and the dog-days of life to teach me how to smile, and truly be glad in this day.
Rid me of spiritual indifference that blinds me to the Light or makes me lukewarm.
Lift my chin heavenward like the ivy vines that stretch up my pine trees towards the sunlight.
Jesus told the woman at Jacob’s well, “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)
- Whenever the spirit is bone-dry: “Come and drink.”
- Whenever life appears hopeless: “Come and drink.”
- Whenever we’re sweating the small stuff: “Come and drink.”
Drink until your thirst is quenched, then drink some more.
Drink until the Living Water springs up and bubbles over into the lives around us.
Have you come to Jesus?
Are you drinking regularly?
10 thoughts on “When Spirits are Bone-dry”
Not anonymous at all. Just your mom.
How did I miss this until tonight? Very well written and spoken from the heart, as always.
Really good, Karen. I can relate spiritually and to the parched yard.
Thank you for commenting. I know based on your blogs that you understand. I think it’s unrealistic if Christians think there aren’t seasons of dryness and even the dark night of the soul. That’s when we walk by faith and not by sight.
I am totally amazed how your words mirror my own heart. So far apart are the miles that separate us, yet our walk with the Lord keeps us so close. Your Spirit-led words stretch me and encourage me and always remind me of my Father’s never ending love for me. Thank you my dear, sweet friend!
Cathy, the human experience takes each of us down different paths of suffering or difficulty, but the end goal is the same…to allow the Lord to use all things for good. And that good is His purposes: becoming more like Christ.
But in the process, we discover a deeper intimacy with the Lord and that is what you and I continue to share after all these years. .
Very well put, Karen. Thanks.
And you’re always great at encouraging my heart!
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Thank you, Loretta. You would say that! 🙂
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