The sprinklers are reviving the lawn this morning.
Living Water, come and revive my heart this morning.
Dry, shriveled up, and colorless, I thirst. I am dehydrated of heart.
I thirst to be present to this day, to be present to Your heart in this day.
Each moment, choice invites action. I can sit, wistfully wishing. I can rise, revived by the drink of You.
I can wonder why I’m still thirsty or I can choose to be quenched and drenched by Living Water.
My wishes have to move me enough to rise and place myself in quenching places.
The Psalms flow, a fluid that moves me from wishing to watching to watering.
Turn the spigot. Drops splatter my tongue. Streams squiggles down my throat.
Gulping drenches the dry, quenching what needs to be quelled within me.
I thirst.
May I ever move towards the flow of You.
Where do you thirst for more of God?
What motions will rehydrate you?
