Parched

I have not been feeling very eloquent lately. I've started posts about topics on my heart, but the words just haven't been there, so unfinished and unpublished they sit. I am parched. I feel like my spirit has been through a drought as of late, I thirst for my Lord. And yet, my flesh is like the harsh sun, leaving the soil of my soul dry and cracked...

I am tired of thirsting. I am the woman at the well. Christ sees my struggles, and says to me, "whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life"... but my flesh cries out like the cripple by the pool where the angel stirred the waters, "Sir, I have no man to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up..."

Ah... but no man can do this for me. I cannot do this for me. Only the Son of Man, my Lord and Savior, my rock from whom living water springs forth - only He can replenish my spirit and soul. I cling tightly to the hem of His garment as I go through this valley, knowing that still waters and springs of life await me. My God is truly an awesome God, and I will be quenched again with His love and forgiveness. For that, I am thankful.

"They will not hunger or thirst, Nor will the scorching heat or sun strike them down; For He who has compassion on them will lead them And will guide them to springs of water." Isaiah 49:10