I become too busy. I know I do but there is always something waiting to be done. Being too busy is very hard on my relationship with my God. Of course he does not become less available to me but I rush past opportunities to spend time with him – like a marathon runner who doesn’t take the time to drink the water offered to him along the way. As my spirit becomes dehydrated from lack of time and closeness with God, I become weaker and less able to deal with all the challenges of my life.
After the last several hectic days, I have felt a bit dehydrated – dry. A bit of turbulant wind hits me and poof!! Like dust, I blow apart. Today I grabbed some water as my day flew past – Gate Crashers prayer early this morning and some good quiet time this evening. Living water, rehydrating me.
Beyond Dryness
Arid
Is the seat of my soul.
Beyond dryness,
Beyond needing a little rain,
Parched,
With the surface cracking
‘To crust and fissure.
Who am I
To come to you, God,
Seeking
Solace? Drip
Drops of water on
My parched heart,
So it will beat again.
Lead me
To the edge of your river.
Urge me to drink.
In your abundance
Bathe me, till
Even my outer crust is soft
With love for you.
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That is an amazing gift you have for expressing the things on the inside Linea.
One thing that I appreciate about your blogging is that because words written disappear after a few days, your poems are always fresh, rather than stale and repeated. Words from a book never have that same sparkle and life – yesterdays manna.