...If any man thirst, let him come unto Me, and drink. John 7:37 Sometimes at night when I wake up thirsty, sometimes on August afternoons when I walk barefoot on hot, cracked earth, I remember her----the African girl seeking water. She came out of nowhere, a small thirsty child. My husband and I were missionaries in East Africa. Drought had seared the plains that stretched beyond our farm house. Rivers had turned to dust, corn had dried away and people wandered in search of water. I saw the girl from my car. She was hunched on her knees in a dry river bed. What could she be doing? As I drew closer, I saw that she was digging. Two small black hands scraping out a hole, hoping, clawing for a puddle of dirty water to fill her gourd. How far have you come? I asked her. Twelve miles. The wells are all empty. She labored with he words, her tongue swollen with thirst. All my life, water was something that flowed magically into my house by twisting my wrist, something I washed my car in, something I took for granted. I handed her my canteen brimming with fresh clean water. With tears of disbelief on her face, she turned it up and drank deeply. In that moment, the miracle of Jesus as living water leaped out at me, exploding with new clarity. For the first time I knew what Jesus meant to a parched, dying life. I knew what He meant to one roaming and digging in dusty places for hope. Jesus----clean, sparkling water! He is an endless river, a bottomless spring, a deep well. Jesus is lifes great thirst quencher. Thirsty? Drink deeply. For living water, thank you, Lord. Thank You. ----S.M.K.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 16:56:32 +0000
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