Tag: devotions about the Living water

A Shadow of Remembrance is Hidden, but Not from God

Sweat dripped profusely after two hours of weeding my flower gardens. I left nothing hidden, not a shadow of remembrance from those despicable weeds. Nothing. I wiped my brow with a cold cloth and plopped onto my porch swing. A gentle breeze passed by. A glass of ice-cold water quenched my thirst.

But my body wasn’t the only thing thirsty. So was my spirit. It had been a long while since I had lapped with abandon at the river of Living Water.

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Spring Up, O Well. I Know You’re There ~ Prayer

Lord, even though You are my peace, my sure place, the One who orders my steps … I find myself overwhelmed. I need You to spring up, O well.

I recognize I’m trying to do everything myself, in my own strength, in my own way. That’s where the problem is, isn’t it? That’s why I’m dry and parched — thirsty for Your living water.

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Along the River’s Edge Grows a Tree

I walked along the river’s edge. Moss-laden boulders jutted out from the rich, fertile soil. Patches of snow still refused to melt beneath their shadows, sheltered from the winter sun.

Just ahead, a large tree grew along the river’s edge. It clung to the soil of the bank, but as I got closer, I realized many of its massive roots extended into the river itself. Soil had washed away over the years, but still it clung to is source of living — the river.

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The Voracious Thirst of a Nation Under Seige

My lips smacked together from the dryness of a voracious thirst. I had worked in the yard all afternoon beneath a blazing sun. Rivulets of sweat drenched me, adding to my thirst and need for water.

I came into the cool of the house, filled my glass with ice cubes and cold water, and gulped it down. The first glass made me want more — one glass was not enough. I quickly filled my glass again and practically inhaled the liquid refreshment. What joy as the cold water coursed through my lips and satisfied my thirst.

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Neglected Geranium, Crusty Soil, and Life Restored

My geranium sat neglected. Difficult life circumstances had taken priority and now the once lush and bountiful geranium looked … sad. Yellowed leaves edged in crumbly brown. Flowers, once plentiful, now barely raised their heads in search of their missing container-mates.

The soil had become crusty. Hard. Void of life-sustaining nutrients.

Much like a child of God finding herself in a desert wilderness at the base of the mountain, rather than soaring from its peak.

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When Your Mind and Heart Languish Numb and God Steps In

I sat quietly at my desk peering out the window, yet my eyes saw nothing, my mind languished numb against the onslaught of troubling thoughts — those worrisome, nagging doubts and fears. My mind was blank, therefore my eyes were looking, but not seeing.

I had prayed earlier, but even that was not in earnest. I was looking for God, but not seeing Him. Just sitting before Him with a blank stare.

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