Thirst
What is seen in the mist of turmoil? A battle raging out of control as a fire burns in the forest without water to quench it? Or is there hope when help is observed from a distance, or heavy rain clouds witnessed in the sky? The scorching heat of the trials binds me to the chair of woes as cloth glued to wood….how I yearn for relief! My hands are in need of moisture, my feet are cracked and dry, dirt has covered them and they need to be cleansed of the dust and grime of this difficult journey. My throat is parched and has not tasted the sweet lubricant of water for seemingly ages of time…I stumble from weakness…
The place in which I find myself is void of life, a desert of dry land where I am lost. The vultures are circling, waiting for death to come but I refuse to relent, I refuse to resign myself over to it, I refuse to drop dead. Looking towards the heavens through eyes that can barely see, I open my parched lips and with a whisper that is barely there I call out for mercy from within this vacant vessel. I plead “My Lord, I am so thirsty, and I don’t know where I am. I started out on my own, confident that I could find my way through even the worst of the adversity that would cross my path, but I was wrong, and now I’m lost, I’m weak and I’m scared. Please don’t leave me out here to die. My feet are worn out from walking aimlessly and so far from where I came from. My lips are cracked and my tongue is swollen from dehydration, my throat hurts and is dry from lack of water. My mind is confused and my body years for water. I’m thirsty Father, I’m so thirsty. I need Your help…”
My cries echo in the valley of dispair and as they take the last of my strength, I fall at the mercy of His will…I have no where else to go.
The duration of what seemed to be hours passed as I slipped in and out of awareness of time before I felt arms lift me up. A cup was at my parched lips full of the purest water I’ve ever tasted. I drank deep as I envisioned my insides eagerly grabbing hold of the wonderful lubricant that was being given this drought drenched body. My eyes became clear and soon was able to see the hands that held the cup. The wrist had what appeared to be circular scars on the back and inside. My heart fluttered at the knowledge of Who it was, and at that moment I grabbed His hand and drank deep. The cup, it never seemed to become empty, it remained filled with that delicious water, and my thirst never seemed to be quenched…it seemed like my thirst was thirsty! Oh what a glorious moment!
I closed my eyes as I continued to drink, and as I did so I felt His hands move from holding the cup…to holding me. He wrapped me in His arms as I held onto that cup, and gently rocked me and at that moment I felt water covering me. The waves seemed to move at an invisible command as they washed over my feet, removing all the dirt that I picked up along the way. As I felt the sensation of this cleansing, I felt drops of water on my cheeks. I looked up to see my Savior crying.
In my mind I asked, ‘why are You crying?’ He answered, ‘because you did not trust me. You went your own way and did not allow me the opportunity to show you that I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. I may not appear to move when you want me to or think I should, but I know what I’m doing, and I will not leave or forget you. When you go your own way although you may think you know what you are doing, disaster will surely follow choices made outside of my Father’s will for you, whether it be guilt or lack of joy, but most assuredly, My Spirit cannot remain where evil dwells. Trials will come and go but I remain consistent and My Word will never come back to me void, it will not return to me until it accomplishes what I sent it out to do. My Father began a good work in you, I ask that you trust that He will see it to completion. You have been grafted into the Tree, you are a part of Me. I embrace that and I love you. It saddens my heart when you walk away and choose a path not designed for you. Stay with me, and I will show you the way to go. If you hunger and thirst after righteousness, I promise you will be filled as long as you hold fast to me, the cup I provide for you will never run dry.’
I grabbed hold of Him as He held me tight like a loving Father to His child. The cup was still there now in my lap sitting upright, overflowing with water, drenching me now as my flesh drank it in like a never ending unquenched thirst…it never emptied out….and thus symbolic of my spirit that desires to never be quenched of the thirst for the loving arms of my Salvation, my Yeshua.
Let Your waters of Life never cease to flow in me my Redeemer, let my thirst for You remain continuously thirsty, and never let this vessel ever be empty of the life giving strength that only You can give. Keep me from veering off the path that leads to the parchness of the valley of death and dispair where it’s ruler can weaken my defenses O Keeper of my soul, but if I fall on that path, lead me back to the place where the cup of righteousness leads me to thirst after You ever more.
The place in which I find myself is void of life, a desert of dry land where I am lost. The vultures are circling, waiting for death to come but I refuse to relent, I refuse to resign myself over to it, I refuse to drop dead. Looking towards the heavens through eyes that can barely see, I open my parched lips and with a whisper that is barely there I call out for mercy from within this vacant vessel. I plead “My Lord, I am so thirsty, and I don’t know where I am. I started out on my own, confident that I could find my way through even the worst of the adversity that would cross my path, but I was wrong, and now I’m lost, I’m weak and I’m scared. Please don’t leave me out here to die. My feet are worn out from walking aimlessly and so far from where I came from. My lips are cracked and my tongue is swollen from dehydration, my throat hurts and is dry from lack of water. My mind is confused and my body years for water. I’m thirsty Father, I’m so thirsty. I need Your help…”
My cries echo in the valley of dispair and as they take the last of my strength, I fall at the mercy of His will…I have no where else to go.
The duration of what seemed to be hours passed as I slipped in and out of awareness of time before I felt arms lift me up. A cup was at my parched lips full of the purest water I’ve ever tasted. I drank deep as I envisioned my insides eagerly grabbing hold of the wonderful lubricant that was being given this drought drenched body. My eyes became clear and soon was able to see the hands that held the cup. The wrist had what appeared to be circular scars on the back and inside. My heart fluttered at the knowledge of Who it was, and at that moment I grabbed His hand and drank deep. The cup, it never seemed to become empty, it remained filled with that delicious water, and my thirst never seemed to be quenched…it seemed like my thirst was thirsty! Oh what a glorious moment!
I closed my eyes as I continued to drink, and as I did so I felt His hands move from holding the cup…to holding me. He wrapped me in His arms as I held onto that cup, and gently rocked me and at that moment I felt water covering me. The waves seemed to move at an invisible command as they washed over my feet, removing all the dirt that I picked up along the way. As I felt the sensation of this cleansing, I felt drops of water on my cheeks. I looked up to see my Savior crying.
In my mind I asked, ‘why are You crying?’ He answered, ‘because you did not trust me. You went your own way and did not allow me the opportunity to show you that I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. I may not appear to move when you want me to or think I should, but I know what I’m doing, and I will not leave or forget you. When you go your own way although you may think you know what you are doing, disaster will surely follow choices made outside of my Father’s will for you, whether it be guilt or lack of joy, but most assuredly, My Spirit cannot remain where evil dwells. Trials will come and go but I remain consistent and My Word will never come back to me void, it will not return to me until it accomplishes what I sent it out to do. My Father began a good work in you, I ask that you trust that He will see it to completion. You have been grafted into the Tree, you are a part of Me. I embrace that and I love you. It saddens my heart when you walk away and choose a path not designed for you. Stay with me, and I will show you the way to go. If you hunger and thirst after righteousness, I promise you will be filled as long as you hold fast to me, the cup I provide for you will never run dry.’
I grabbed hold of Him as He held me tight like a loving Father to His child. The cup was still there now in my lap sitting upright, overflowing with water, drenching me now as my flesh drank it in like a never ending unquenched thirst…it never emptied out….and thus symbolic of my spirit that desires to never be quenched of the thirst for the loving arms of my Salvation, my Yeshua.
Let Your waters of Life never cease to flow in me my Redeemer, let my thirst for You remain continuously thirsty, and never let this vessel ever be empty of the life giving strength that only You can give. Keep me from veering off the path that leads to the parchness of the valley of death and dispair where it’s ruler can weaken my defenses O Keeper of my soul, but if I fall on that path, lead me back to the place where the cup of righteousness leads me to thirst after You ever more.
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