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Dry and Thirsty

After living in the desert for a decade, I've learned a true appreciation for rain and water in general. We haven't had rain since February and it's bone dry. Until the monsoon rains start, hopefully in a couple of weeks, hot and dry weather will reign. The flowers are stressed; they wilt easily and leaves dry around the edges. There just isn't enough humidity to help. The drip system is now running every day. Real rain is the only answer. Once that soaks into the ground, plants will grow furiously and the roses will look great again.

Ramsey Canyon
King David knew the value of water and he knew the desperate thirst of being in the desert without enough water. He'd been a fugitive, hiding in caves and living off the land. But his thirst for God trumped the physical needs for water. In Psalm 63, he cries out for his spiritual thirst to be quenched.

  O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water.I have seen you in your sanctuary and gazed upon your power and glory. Your unfailing love is better than life itself; how I praise you! Psalm 63:1-3

 Soul thirst. A parched and dry heart. Weariness that comes from the onslaught of the world's demands. The only answer to that kind of thirst is God. Time in His Word and on your knees. Once we catch a glimpse of how absolutely wonderful God is, we want more. He gives us unfailing love, protection, shelter, and He never lets us go.
Because you are my helper, I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings. I cling to you; your strong right hand holds me securely. Psalm 63:7-8. NLT
Thirsty?  Soak up the life sustaining rain of God's presence. The weariness, anxiety, sorrow, and anything else that has dried up your soul will be replaced with His joy. It's not a one time event, or just when you're in trouble. It's everyday living with Jesus.
Jesus replied, "If you only knew the gift God has for you and who you are speaking to, you would ask me, and I would give you living water."
"But those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life."  John 4:10, 14 NLT





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