I know I haven’t been very regular about posting for awhile. It seems like time to just sit and even think is rare, let alone actually share any thoughts worthy of a posting. I will try to do a little better about carving time to think and to share here for me if not for my readers.
Today was a beautiful day here – low 70s. Just a gorgeous day with much-needed rain coming the last few days. Things have been so dry and thirsty for a nourishing rain. Most of us know what it is like to be parched and in drought spiritually. To feel like you are dragging yourself across a never-ending desert hoping for some oasis on the horizon. It is a horribly long and lonely journey made worse by the dust that threatens to coat your lungs, choking out your remaining breathes.
Water never tastes as good as it does when you are parched. Your longing for water is never as strong as it is in a season of drought. You never know how good you have it until it is gone.
So, thank God for droughts. Thank God for seasons of thirst that send us gasping for the refreshing Spirit. Thank God for parched lips that cry out for the Living Water of Jesus Christ and taste that he is good.