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offering my thirst


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Reading this morning . . . something struck a chord.  Once again counting the gifts, the lessons that are given to us in the every day, ordinary.  Something as simple as needing water.

God is a mountain spring, not a watering trough. (Desiring God)

There’s been a lot of work going on down at the ranch these last few months.   Poles have been set, lines have been strung, trenches were dug and wire was laid – we’ve got power all the way down to the front of the property now.  Power to help us sustain and maintain.

Next came another crew with their big trucks and time to drill a well. We’ve been anticipating having our own fresh water at hand.  For the last few years, we’ve been lugging in water in everything from coolers to cases of bottled water.  Finally the big day came and up went the drilling rig and the down went the drill bit, deep into the earth.  By that afternoon, we had water!  Fresh, cold water streaming out to meet our watering needs.  No more lugging in water from the outside – all we’ve got to do is bend down and drink until our thirst is quenched.  Water. Whenever we need it, whenever we want it.  

Another reason we were excited to have running water at hand is now it was going to be much easier to make water available for some of the wildlife that runs through our woods.  Off to Tractor Supply to buy a watering trough and fill it to over-flowing with water.  Looking at the tracks that are often left around the trough, the watering trough is serving its purpose.  But one of the downsides of the troughs and the bird baths, they have to be maintained by man.  After awhile, we’ve got to empty out the standing water that is no longer fresh; it’s become stagnant.  So we haul the hoses and bring in more fresh water.

And after spending some time in the great outdoors, there is nothing like bending down and drinking from the well of fresh water.

God is a mountain spring, not a watering trough. A mountain spring is self-replenishing. It constantly overflows and supplies others. But a watering trough needs to be filled with a pump or bucket brigade. 

If you want to glorify the worth of a watering trough you work hard to keep it full and useful. But if you want to glorify the worth of a spring you do it by getting down on your hands and knees and drinking to your heart’s satisfaction, until you have the refreshment and strength to go back down in the valley and tell people what you’ve found. 

My hope hangs on this biblical truth: that God is the kind of God who will be pleased with the one thing I have to offer — my thirst. That is why the sovereign freedom and self-sufficiency of God are so precious to me: they are the foundation of my hope that God is delighted not by the resourcefulness of bucket brigades, but by the bending down of broken sinners to drink at the fountain of grace.                                                                                                                (from Desiring God)

I offer my thirst to the only place where it can be truly quenched – at the fountain of Grace and the stream of Living Water.


{Sunday renewal} the straight path


The Straight Path

My son, pay attention to my words;
listen closely to my sayings.

Don’t lose sight of them;
keep them within your heart.

For they are life to those who find them,
and health to one’s whole body.

Guard your heart above all else,
for it is the source of life.

Don’t let your mouth speak dishonestly,
and don’t let your lips talk deviously.

Let your eyes look forward;
fix your gaze straight ahead.

Carefully consider the path for your feet,
and all your ways will be established.

Don’t turn to the right or to the left;
keep your feet away from evil.

Proverbs 4:20-27

My natural path never seems straight.  But these few words of Wisdom are the keys that keep me on the Straight Path.  From my eyes to my feet . . . but at the core of it all is my heart.  My Source of Life.

this little light of mine


This weekend I heard a few lines from a long-time favorite song that took me to the little blonde-haired girl who loved going to Sunday School, hearing the stories of the Good News, memorizing Bible verses and singing her heart out to Jesus.

Decades later, I’m still that girl!  So when I heard  . . .

“This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine . . .”

my heart smiled really big and I instantly began singing those familiar little words about letting my light shine and not hiding it under a bushel.

So many times when I’ve read the verses of the familiar passage of John 3, my mind tends to go into my auto-pilot mode.  But this weekend there was something fresh.  Something I needed to hear.

When I heard the word “evil” my mind would automatically go to those “BIG, BAD things” that we do.  You know “those things” we don’t want to be seen or known through the world’s microscope.   But in reality . . . it’s those “little things,” you know the ones we tend to not see in ourselves as easily as we do in others, that make my light dim.

Anger . . . Pride . . . Selfishness . . . Dishonesty . . . Discord . . . Greed . . . Lust . . . Envy . . . just take your pick.

My reluctance to open my own eyes puts me right there in the darkness. The power of the enemy will steal his way into my heart and into my actions and reactions, if I don’t come to The Light.  I need the lens of God’s Grace to show me the Light of Truth.

So the questions I face each day. . .

Do I let His Light shine in me and through me?

Do I come to His Light every day looking for His righteousness?  

If I do, then I shouldn’t fear any thing in my day.  No judgment.  No rejection. Or even the Truth.

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the Lord is waiting to show you mercy,
and is rising up to show you compassion,
for the Lord is a just God.
All who wait patiently for Him are happy.
 Isaiah 30:18

watchmen in the morning

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Click to listen to “As the Watchmen” – Jonathan and Emily Martin

From the depths I cry
In my pain I sigh
It is more dark tonight as I pray

O God, bend your ear
I pray for you to hear
As I make my appeal for mercy
If you were to count every one of my iniquities
O God, I could not stand
But with You there is forgiveness and mercy
That You may be feared

As the watchmen wait for the sun to shine
I know your Mercy will arise
I know your Mercy will arise
I’ll wait for You
I’ll wait and in your Word I’ll hope
I’ll wait and in your Word I’ll hope

I will hope in the Lord
I know He will restore
Though I am on the floor grieving sin
I know He will redeem
I know He has made me clean
Not feeling the relief, but I believe

‘Cause I know one day the sun will stop shining
And soon the morning will not appear
But on that day your Love will prove unending
And like the dawn your Love will arise
Like the dawn your Love will rise
Like the dawn your Mercy will rise


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As uncomfortable as it may be to spend time outdoors in the Texas heat, taking the time to walk and look around is a good reminder of all we see around us, anything we are struggling with, whatever is making us uncomfortable is only temporary. This season will pass.

The grass withers, the flowers fade, but the word of our God remains forever.
Isaiah 40:8

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“God is God. Because he is God, He is worthy of my trust and obedience. I will find rest nowhere but in His holy will that is unspeakably beyond my largest notions of what he is up to.” 
― Elisabeth Elliot



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been spending time in the Psalms . . .

beautiful words written by a man who knew not only deep sin, but saw the beauty and power of God.
David, a man who was brutally honest before God . . . 

longing for restoration . . . 

looking for His faithful Love . . . 

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