Water, water everywhere ...
I think I would be telling the truth if I claim that it hasn’t
rained in 24 hours. That is the longest dry spell we’ve had here in Scotland
for months, I should think.
Dusty and I had a ramble round the local hill this morning,
and I noticed the cascading burns are less full than the last time we went,
when water gurgled and splashed its way across compacted paths and spongey
green banks.
The dog waited hopefully beside the stagnant pond, and I
unthinkingly threw a stick in for her to retrieve. A sour smell greeted me and
I invited Dusty out of that stinky water and onwards to something sweeter.
Beside a gurgling burn, s she chewed contentedly at the bark
of a stick, and I listened to the cheerful chatter of the fresh water as it
tumbled over rocks and tree roots. Fresh, clean water. Delicious to drink;
refreshing (I imagine) to bob around in.
Water is wonderful, despite our moans when we seem to get it
too frequently pouring on us from above. Jesus invites us to come to him so
that streams of living water will flow from us. Living water, not stagnant
water.
Some Christians do go to him and drink of the stream, but
then fail to allow it to flow on through them into the thirsty world round
about. It stagnates then, becomes sour, and no longer carries life. In fact,
some water carries death – organisms which bring disease or illness.
I am feeling tired today. Full of hay fever and
antihistamines. Emotionally drained from another hard parting with my mother
and my daughter, who left yesterday to return to California.
I am going to Jesus, where I plan to drink what he gives me,
and I hope that – once more refreshed – I can be a carrier of a stream of
living water for others.
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