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?
Even In This 