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.