Yesterday I scavenged some plants from the garden club's plant exchange at my workplace. I brought home a wilted plant, with one main stem about two feet tall, with tiny yellow flowers that looked just right for humming bird beaks to drink from. It needed to get some water and room for roots to expand, immediately! I picked a spot in our front garden and happily dug a nice hole, excited to plant and let it be established.
It's morning now, I'll go see how it did over night. Did the soil and watering revive it? I hope so. But it may take time, it was without nourishment for a few days.
So I see my soul, shriveled and wilted, weak and wanting. Apart from the Word and time seeking in His Presence, I was weary and could not pray or sense His presence. I was on auto-pilot. I was on empty and surviving.
This morning I drank. I drank water about endurance, about One who did not come to continue the system of sacrifices to earn forgiveness, but the one who came to be THE sacrifice. The One who came to do the Father's will, who ate that as his bread and breathed it as his breath. Who was satisfied in giving over himself to the One who loved him and knew him and led him.
Make it so, plant me so I do not wither. Sustain me and drive me to the waters to drink. Let me not stray far from your shepherding hand! Prone to wander, oh I feel it, prone to leave the one I love. Take my heart, now, and seal it. Revive my heart in your love and goodness and I will praise your name! Beautiful One. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
