A virus--vicious and violent--attacked me with vengeance. Left me feeling lethargic. With a low-grade temperature. Low blood pressure. And lying in an emergency-room hospital bed. Not exactly how you want to spend Valentine's Day with your sweetheart.
But that's where we ended up this year. That ill-bred virus depleted me of fluids in record-breaking time.
Took me totally off of my feet.
Several nurses had attempted to start an IV but couldn't. Then one determined nurse came in, wrapped that rubber band thingy real tight around my arm, and found her mark. Aimed. Stuck me successfully. Fluids flowed into my dehydrated body. Along with some heavy-duty medication.
The fluids and the meds worked a little magic. I started to feel better.
I was really thirsty. So, I asked for a cup of water.
But the nurse said, "I'm sorry. You can't have anything to drink yet. We're not sure what's wrong with you--we're running tests--and until we know, I can't let you drink anything."
Just one sip of H2O?
"No, I'm sorry."
How about some crushed ice?
Are you thinking this nurse was so not nice? Well, that's exactly what I was thinking too.
Finally, the doctor reported that the test results had eliminated suspicious stones and other stuff like that.
So that's when the nurse gave me the cup of water that I had been wanting for hours.
Water. Clear. Cool. So good.
Each swallow soothed and strengthened me.
Nothing else rehydrates our bodies like water does. That's how God made us.
He also made us to need water for our heart and our soul. A different kind of water. Living water. He offers this living water to us, but sometimes, we don't accept it.
This is what God said to Jeremiah:
"My people have committed two sins: They have forsaken Me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water" (Jer. 2:13).
You know, I've committed both of these sins before. Like, when I go to another source to satisfy my thirst for affirmation and assurance or for any other reason, then I've forsaken Him. My actions say to Him: I don't need You in this area of my life. Someone or something else will do just as well. You alone are not enough to satisfy me.
I break His loving heart when I do this.
I've even attempted to dig a few cisterns of my own. I try to create and control circumstances to bring about selfish satisfaction. My efforts to manipulate others and God don't work at all.
Only living water from God can rehydrate our souls.
I was just wondering if you're in need of a little H2O. Are you feeling a little bit of lethargy when it comes to your relationship with Him? Like things aren't the way you really want them to be. Maybe dehydration is about to get the best of you.
I know what that's like. It takes a long time for our bodies to recover from the effects of dehydration.
Our sweet Savior says that if we come to Him, He will give us living water. He won't withhold from us. We can drink. Again and again.
So what do we do when we're in need of a little H2O? We spend time with Jesus. Reading His word. Talking to Him. Listening to Him. Getting to know Him better and better.
I think that these disciplines help us to acquire a taste for the only One who offers living water.
May I offer you a drink of water?