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Watering



I am musing....

about water-ing

 I look out our patio door and smile in my heart. My bright, colorful potted flowers look so happy today. They are fresh looking, vibrant, open, full and healthy.

Wasn't it just yesterday morning that they looked weary, dry, full of dead blooms needing to be removed? Not all that pretty.

Thankfully...it wasn't too late. Amazing what water will do. Timely water. Refreshing, restoring water.

This heat has been awful. No friend to vegetation, that is for sure.

And so I reflect. I am like those potted plants. Life can get challenging, the heat can stoke up. I may be tempted to forgo a watering or to cut it short.

The watering that I so need and require is my daily uptake from the "living water" of God's Word. Some days I may grab a sprinkle, other days I allow myself to be drenched, and those are the better days.

It is amazing what His Word can do. Even as the water that refreshes my plants needs to be poured out by me (or some kind soul), so the WORD of God is delivered by the Holy Spirit and thus that time in His Holy presence is part of the refreshing work of His "watering process".

And as I reflect just a little deeper, I realize that I also need to have certain "dead blooms" pinched off daily, those unbecoming thoughts and perspectives. Prune me, Lord, every day. Clean up the ugly, dried up parts that I may bloom more fully, reflecting your Glory!

Lord, water me. Every day. When I feel droopy and dry and just not all that spiritually pretty, remind me of my need for a good watering from thy Holy Word.

Help me to water others as well by speaking and praying Thy precious Word over them.

Thank you Jesus, my source of "living water"!

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