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 draw water from a well, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”
“Sir,” the woman said, “you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water?
Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4:10-14)
Like that woman, I’ve been to the well. I drank the Living Water. Was saved, sanctified, and satisfied.
I’m so dependent on the “spring of water” that I can’t imagine my life without Christ any more than I can manage my house without running water.
Even so, how often do I needlessly drag my body through the dry desert, relying on my man-made camel back instead of Christ to satisfy my inner thirst?
Whine and wonder why I’m scraping in the sand for something to quench my thirst, like the raccoon that bit off the head of my underground sprinkler in search of water, instead of going to the well.
Those were the thoughts dripping in my mind as I waited for the installation of our new pump, followed by my joyful outburst when the cold water flowed like heaven-sent rain from our faucets.
Reminding me, even in this, how grateful I am for Jesus, the Living Water.