When you live in the desert, rain is a precious, rare phenomenon. To give you an even perspective, rain here is about like snow in Georgia—without the runs on bread and milk. Here, when it rains, people come out to watch, to play, to soak it in—literally. Rain is also finicky here, there is hardly ever a good, long outpour; and often you cannot tell that it even rained just minutes afterward. But yesterday was an exception, the heavens opened and it rained off and on through the night; the effects of which were still visible in the morning as we headed to school. As we got closer to school we had to ford several “road rivers,” which was quite fun for us and the kids. Another clue to the preciousness of water, any amount of water from tiny stream to bigger is all called “river.” Even places that are often dry but sometimes fill with water are called “river.” The hope for water, the need for refreshing, and its link to life is a powerful thing not just for the body, but also for the soul. Perhaps, we are not always in a “dry/desert” place in physical terms, perhaps water is plentiful and therefore not thought of as vital, but what of the soul? It is true we can be surrounded with plenty in physical terms, and yet, be very much in want within. Could it be a reminder that our deepest needs are only truly satisfied by one Source?
My prayer is that we would all hear the call, the answer to our deepest needs…
“Ho, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters…” (Isaiah 55:1)
"But whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life." (John 4:14)
