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"Lookin' kinda thirsty." Startled, I looked for the source of the voice. He looked as old as the dirt he wore.
"I ran out of water the day before yesterday. This bottle was full when I started out. I thought I'd have more than enough."
"How long ago was that?"
"A week ago."
"Why don't you fill it up again?"
"What?"
He cocked his head and raised one eye brow. "Well, let's think about this. Your thirsty. Problem is your water bottle's empty. Way I figure it, the way to solve both your problems is to refill your water bottle." He chuckled, I assume in reaction to the look on my face. "How long have you been walking beside this creek with an empty water bottle?"
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I started my spiritual walk with my heart full and overflowing. I was so full up with God and His love, there was no way I'd ever run out. I shared with anybody and everybody. After a couple of years, I got settled into my walk. I realized my heart wasn't overflowing like it was, but I still had plenty. One morning I woke up and realized my heart was almost empty. There was a little left and I made it last as long as I could. Inevitably, the day came when I was bone dry. I was becoming a walking dead man. I was dying of thirst within reach of the Water of Life.
Taking time to spend with God is challenging to me. The alarm clock already goes off too early. It's all I can do to get to work on time already. The rest of the day is spent trying to keep up. Night time comes and I am so tired, I cannot stay awake for fifteen minutes with God. Tomorrow, the whole cycle starts again.
It is easy for me to forget about spiritual realities in this physical world. I'm dying of spiritual thirst while focused on things that are dehydrating me. Meanwhile, I'm walking right next to an endless, pure Source. Thankfully, He doesn't hang me out to dry. He continues to persue me, continues to remind me where real life can be found.
1 comment:
Hey Phil! I'm impressed!
I'm even thinking you ought to give fiction a try. You really caught my interest in that first little bit. I wanted to know more about the man . . . about the journey . . . Wow! How about giving fiction a try for class. Not instead of what you are already doing, but along with it. All you have to do at first is come up with an idea. And you can bounce it of me and Lynn and the rest of the class if you want. You really have a talent.
And I also liked the message of your post. I needed to hear it, to be reminded to not get too busy to keep getting filled from that Stream.
Thanks very much!
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