Friday, July 13, 2012

My Garden and Living Water

Chives in my herb garden.
What does 100 degrees + my herb garden - 2 days of watering equal?

You've got it.

Droopy plants.

Here in my region of the Lone Star state, we are going through what is affectionately referred to as a "drought". As a result, every evening my family and I venture forth from our cool, A/C endowed home to assess the damage on our various plants and do our best to restore them.

This year I took a leap of faith and planted my first herb garden. It has been a source of joyous accomplishment to witness seeds I planted sprouting up and showing up on our dinner table. In the cool of the evening, just before dark, I go out to water them after surviving yet another Texas squelcher.

One weekend not so long ago I got myself into a 'funk'.  It had been a trying week and I was beat. My attitude and perspective on life, quite frankly, had been blown a little off course. Not much got done. Including my evening water ritual.

After two missed waterings, I found myself, watering wand in hand, staring at a very sad, very parched little garden.

"Amazing," I thought to myself, "how two days time can be the difference between life and this."

Water droplets dribbled gently to the ground, and no sooner having landed, were instantly absorbed...all trace of their presence vanishing like some magic trick.

As I stood watering and surveying my poor little greens, a though gently dawned on me.

I was just like my wilted, thirsting plants.

Running water gave them life. Living Water gave me life.

They had been cut off from their source. So had I.

Like my growing garden, I live in a dry and thirsty land, where one day without water, without some nourishment and Strength beyond myself, can have sickly consequences.

My soul had become dry and crusty, leaving a trail of dust behind me simply because I had been neglecting to get my daily dose of Living Water.

John 4:10- Jesus answered her, "If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water."

Slowly I breathed in, and surly my heart gave in. A single name...a Holy Name, fell from my lips.

And there it was.

My Source.

My Living Water.

Isaiah 44:3- For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground;
 I will pour out my Spirit...

I'm still not sure who benefited most from that watering...the plants, or this thirsty girl.