I am thirsty. I am thirsty, dehydrated and feel sick. My body is slow to respond, my eyes have a hard time staying open and alert and senses send sporadic messages to my brain that alternate between too sensitive and not sensitive enough.
The worst part of my condition is that I know what makes me sick and I continue to refuse the remedy. The thirst I speak of is the thirst for God’s word. How long will my sin send roots of sloth and laziness around my heart and ring the desire for God from it?
In a continuing attempt to share my struggles and burdens with the body of Christ, this is my confession tonight. I have been entertained by second rate passions, “satisfied” by salty water that leaves me worse off than when I sought satisfaction. I am dehydrated. My convictions are lethargic, my acceptance of sin around me is passive and my sporadic senses do not take offense or attribute glory to the one it is due.
Now it is time to drink. When the days are evil, how can I be caught sleeping on the path because of failing to drink the water in my hands? Now it is time to drink. Praise God for His grace to convict the lazy heart and still provide access to the freshest fountain for those who WILLINGLY refuse to drink - even when, for appearances sake, they have their head UNDER THE WATER!
Woe to my apathy; glory to God for His grace. Now it is time to drink
To be sure it is totally God’s work in us, that makes us desire fellowship with Him, but we are also responsible to be disciplined to “get there” and “keep your rear in the chair”.
It is very interesting to me that when I am faithful to rise up early and pour out my heart to Him, He is more than faithful to bless mu with sweet fellowship and very thirst quenching drinks.
He is good, faithful and ready to change us, if we are willing to give up the junk that makes us too full to appreciate the really good stuff.
Keep showing up and He will fill you up.