With temperatures hitting 104 this week, my plants are desperate for water and I’m reminded how quickly they would die without water in our well. Reminds me of a blog I wrote two years ago…
Turn on the kitchen faucet. Not a drop of water.
Discover our well pump gave up the ghost, no longer works. Which means we don’t shower, wash dishes or clothes, water the plants or lawn, or flush toilets.
Have to wait three days to resolve the problem. So we stock up on bottled water to drink and brush our teeth. Pretend we’re camping.
Besides our human needs, my outdoor plants droop beneath a glaring sun. Blades of green grass are fringed with brown in the 98-degree heat. Squirrels search empty bird baths for a cool drink.
Psalm 42:1 comes to mind: “As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.”
Is that so?
1) Does my soul pant for God? Or is it passive?
2) Do I recognize my spiritual dry spells? Realize its impact?
Jesus told the Samaritan woman who came to…
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2 thoughts on “Is Your Well Dry?”
I’m glad this happened three years ago, Karen! We’ve been roasting to death over here and there’s no end in sight. Fortunately, it cools off nicely at night. I’m sitting in the kitchen waiting for my coffee to boil and I’m wearing two robes since I have all the windows and doors in the house open!
My math is off. You’re right. My pump died three years ago. ha Holding breath now the well doesn’t run dry. Like your place, our nights cool off, but not to the point of wearing a robe much less two. Wish we could share a cup of coffee
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