“Just as water sustains physical life, God’s Word sustains spiritual life.”
There’s a hurriedness in the days as summer first begins to fade. I can feel it in the cooler air, hear it, as cars speed down the road, see it in the drooping blooms of summer. I watch the blooms, their weariness of time passing, and I am smothered in my own weariness.
Mama’s hurry through the aisles of Target grabbing school supplies, weary in their own tiredness.
We live with the tension of wanting time to slow down and yet we feel the hurriedness shoving us forward without permission.
I want to hang here, in the slow, lazy days.The open windows, and the drooping blooms. I long to stay in this season and not move to the next. Stay in the longer days, languish in the evening glow.
No amount of digging my heels in will change any of it. Are you feeling the same?
I’m reminded of these words in Psalms:
But they delight in the law of the Lord, meditating on it day and night. They are like trees planted along the riverbank, bearing fruit in each season. Their leaves never wither, and they prosper in all they do. Psalms 1:2&3 (NLT)
The gist of it all is that we are to bear fruit in all seasons. Bear fruit in the seasons thrust upon us without permission. Bear fruit in the places where we don’t necessarily feel like it. Bear fruit in the unholy hard.
I’d much rather behave as a petulant child who did not get her way. Do you as well, or is it just me?
How in this broken world can we bear fruit in each season? How can we bear fruit when we long to fold into our weariness?
We delight in the law of the Lord. How can we delight in His words if we never open His book? We start there. Opening the Word, begging, pleading for a supernatural understanding of His Words. Plead for a hunger and thirst for the sacred words they are.
We meditate on it day and night. How can we know God if we never read His love letters written to us? Written to you and me?
We plant ourselves by the riverbank, plant ourselves by Living Water.
There we thrive in all seasons.
If you know me at all, you know I am consumed by Living Water. It has not passed me unnoticed, that I have a disease which comes with an unquenchable thirst. I’ve come to see that’s one of the many reasons I may suffer from P.O.T.S.
My disease, my unholy hard, the wilderness I daily live in, reminds me to drink, to gulp Living Water. Scooping it up in my hands and heart, lapping with the same physical thirst I live with.
The River of Living Water flows through all seasons, but if we’re not planted near, we will wither under the weight of our unholy hard. We will wither in our thirst. We will not bear fruit.
Gifts of Grace
I’m blessed to serve you in this place, to share with you the Gifts of Grace as I journey through the wilderness. I picture you across the table, hands wrapped tightly around your cup, sharing life, and laughter, and tears. As I share with you, my own daily struggles, I long to hear what yours may be. Sharing the realness of life. You can do that by commenting below or reaching out to me here.
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