Dry lives

We have been experiencing a very dry rainy season this year in Guatemala. My family in Alabama has shared that it's been dry there too and how people are losing their gardens. People have said they have already lost the first corn crop of the season here as well, and that's a big deal when you live off a harvest. 

Night before last, the sky opened and it rained for at least two hours in El Morral! It was actually kind off funny because we haven't gotten the shutters on all of our windows in the new house yet, and daniel got soaked. (My side of the bed was nice and dry though. After I laughed at him, he piled on top of me for the rest of the night.)  The next day, we expected to wake up to a wet land, but because it had not rained in so long, we never would have even known it had rained if daniel's side of the bed had not been wet. 

In a church service last night, they sang the worship song "Let it rain, open the floodgates of heaven, and let it rain." As I was singing, God spoke to my heart and said "When you go through such a dry season, one good rain isn't enough." 

Oh how this one powerful sentence spoke to my life. On crazy busy days, I forget to drink water. My body screams at me by mid-afternoon. And know what else I forget on those crazy busy days? I forget to sit in God's presence and drink His living water. I'll be really honest now... We've had crazy busy days for more than two months now it seems. My spiritual body was screaming last night in that church service. When God spoke to me about my dry life, He wasn't mean about. He just spoke the truth. 

The truth is that it's not healthy to wait until our bodies are dehydrated to drink water. The same is true for our spiritual bodies. 

I've heard some people say that they go to church on Sunday mornings to fill their spiritual tank for the week. Although we are filled ANTIME we sit in God's presence, it's not a healthy decision to only drink His water one time a week. 

We have busy lives... But God spoke truth to my heart last night. I don't want to wait until my life looks like dying corn before I come to Him and drink. Help us Lord drink deeply from Your love and Spirit, every day of our lives.

 

This is a corn field in El Morral. See how the bottom of the corn is brown? It rained again last night, praise God! Lord willing it won't die.