drought

Parched. The land is dry. The grass is brown. The leaves on trees are withering. The sun is hot. The wind blows waves of heat. Nature needs water. I neglect my yard until the grass is hard enough to bother my bare feet then I ambush it with floods of water. Is it enough? Is it too late? Can it recover? Will the flood make up for the abandonment and neglect?

Same thought applies to my soul, my inner man. I sit hear flooding myself with worship and praise and I feel like the dry grass taking in as much as I can, pouring it on, more and more. But is it enough to make up for the daily neglect? Is it enough to sustain life and foster growth?

The psalmist wrote that his soul thirsted and longed for the living God. Some part of me has wanted God to be an accomplishment. Something I can acquire, put on my shelf and then pursue something else. But He is not. He is not a certificate that I can frame and hang on my wall. He is not a trophy I can display for others to see. He is not a notch in my belt, a destination, or a one night stand. He is pursuit. He is drive. He is the path.

My soul longs and thirsts for the living God because I consume Him, use Him and need more of Him for life. He is not to be fasted, limited, restricted, or avoided. He is the one portion I cannot overdue. I can supersize Him with joyful expectation.

Water me daily with your beauty, your grace, your forgiveness, your smile, your passion, your goodness, your time, and you presence.