Dry, barren land surrounds my heart. The well spring in my heart (representing Christ) doesn't even penetrate the surrounding wasteland.
Ineffective. Capable, but selfish. Hoarder.
I've been keeping all of this life-giving water to myself. I am essentially an unused well.
Anything beyond my heart is suffering. It's choking. It's starving for nourishment and beyond thirsty for something to quench.
Motherhood, is all encompassing. I've allowed it to swallow me whole.
My spiritual core has been given a fatal diagnosis. I've starved it to the point where I've left myself dry as bones.
I've become too busy, too involved in the day to day, and too exhausted in the evenings to even care about including the nourishment that my soul constantly craves.
It's too easy, in fact, to overlook this part of me. Just like waiting until tomorrow, or the next tomorrow, or maybe next week sometime to fold that basket of clothes. It'll get done eventually.
But, the problem with this is that there may not be an "eventually". We are never guaranteed our tomorrow's. We are also not guaranteed the rest of now.
Whew. How much time I have truly wasted. So much rubbish.
For this, I am grossly ashamed. I'm being honest. Completely transparent. I can't recall the last time I purposely sat in awe of my God. Nor can I recall the last time I spent more than a few seconds in His Word, save for the times I needed a quick reference.
My Bible shouldn't be my dictionary, my thesaurus, my "Google".
My relationship with my Creator should be as effortless as my next breath. It should be radiant, life-giving, contagious, and producing gardens upon gardens of fresh, succulent food.
I am in critical condition. By all appearances, I play the part well, but I am in need of much in the way of medicine. I have grown very weary of hoarding the joy I am supposed to share.
My hope is that I, and those mothers who can completely identify with this mumbling of a post, allow the Living Waters of my heart to seep into every crack and crevice of my life. May we pass it through to our husbands, our children, our daily encounters. May the walls of our homes echo JOY! Pure, ultra-contagious, God-giving LIFE! Real life. Where FREEDOM! HOPE! GOODNESS! and MERCY! abounds.
May everything else be put in its proper place after we put THE ONE back in His proper place.
We can't change our corner of the world by being calloused and selfish. We can't do much when we're dying. We certainly can't do much when we are living in disobedience having dammed up the water that should constantly flow.
***Do me a favor, and don't overlook the following verses. Please, I beg you to read them, chew them up and SWALLOW them. Then be humbled, encouraged, and reach out to the One who saves. Yahweh. A life without Him in the center is no life at all.
10-11 I gave up all that inferior stuff so I could know Christ personally, experience his resurrection power, be a partner in his suffering, and go all the way with him to death itself. If there was any way to get in on the resurrection from the dead, I wanted to do it.
12-14 I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I’m not turning back.
15-16 So let’s keep focused on that goal, those of us who want everything God has for us. If any of you have something else in mind, something less than total commitment, God will clear your blurred vision—you’ll see it yet! Now that we’re on the right track, let’s stay on it.
17-19 Stick with me, friends. Keep track of those you see running this same course, headed for this same goal. There are many out there taking other paths, choosing other goals, and trying to get you to go along with them. I’ve warned you of them many times; sadly, I’m having to do it again. All they want is easy street. They hate Christ’s Cross. But easy street is a dead-end street. Those who live there make their bellies their gods; belches are their praise; all they can think of is their appetites.
20-21 But there’s far more to life for us. We’re citizens of high heaven! We’re waiting the arrival of the Savior, the Master, Jesus Christ, who will transform our earthy bodies into glorious bodies like his own. He’ll make us beautiful and whole with the same powerful skill by which he is putting everything as it should be, under and around him.