It’s All About Water

On a sunny day in the middle of July, after being outside for more time than I care to be…I get thirsty. Parched. I can get a water bottle on about any corner. Or in my house. Water is accessible. 

In more ways than one. Imagine desert heat. Sticky-hot wildernesses. No CVS. No tap. Unbearable heat. 

But…

God makes rivers and gives water. 

Musing/Meditation prompts: Imagine the last time you were in a mess, how God made a way for you. Was it unexpected? Was it satisfying? Give Him praise for making the impossible, possible. He’s limitless. All-knowing, All-powerful! His voice is like a rush of waters. Tremble at His awesomeness. And muse on the fact that you are His beloved. He chose you. You did nothing to make Him choose you. Before you were born, He said, “You are mine. I want you.” His Word is living water. When was the last time you craved a drink? 

Fill in the blank:
If God came down (again) in the flesh to spend the day with just me, I would want Him to take me to___________ and we would__________. 


Here’s mine: I would want Him to take me to a tropical island–just the two of us. I would hold His Hand, chase Him along the beach–when He wasn’t chasing me–splashing Him with the water. I’d like to listen to Him tell the creation story as we sat in warm sand, the waves lapping at my imperfect toes, washing over his scarred feet. And as the sun set, I’d ask Him to recite a passage from Song of Solomon as I leaned on His shoulder–that took bruises for me. I’d trace my fingers along His hands, feeling the ragged edges of endured pain. He’d wrap me in the train of his white robe when I shivered from the salty air and whisper how much I’m loved. And I’d cry and squeeze Him tighter and tell him the same. Then I’d beg Him not to go or to at least whisk me away into eternity. Because a day like that, I don’t think I could ever go back to “normal” and He’d say, “I don’t want you to. I want you to go back and share the love we treasured today with others. But don’t cry…” He’d wipe my tears away and slide them into a crystal bottle He holds close to His heart. Then He’d lean down, his eyes would flash like flames of fire, and He’d whisper, “I’m coming back.”

*Lori Wildenberg will be here on Wednesday talking about Living Water! Don’t miss it! Especially if you’re a parent. 

24 thoughts on “It’s All About Water

  1. Filling in the blank brought tears to my eyes this morning. Guess I needed to think of that.

    Thank you!

     
     
    1. 🙂 I hope you spent the day imagining all the amazing places you'd go and words you'd share!

       
       
  2. Ooo, Jess, chills. Seriously. I love your intense love and passion for the Lord. It's contagious.

     
     
    1. Well, if something's going to get caught, this would be it! Love you!

       
       
  3. This brought tears to my eyes too!

     
     
    1. 🙂

       
       
  4. No tearjerkers on Monday!!

    I would want God to take me to a mountain-top. The air is thinner up there for clearer thinking, and I think it would be scary without Him.

     
     
    1. Oh a mountain top sounds awesome. I'd be scared out of my mind without Him, too. I'm scared of open heights.

       
       
  5. Wow…this is awesome!!! I don't think I'd want to go back to normal either. I don't know where I'd want him to take me..maybe I'd just want to be with Him no matter what.
    GREAT thoughts for today and I love the premise!!

     
     
    1. I really don't know how we can when we spend intimate moments with Him!

      You're right, anywhere is the perfect place to be. 🙂

       
       
  6. Wow! Way to start a Monday! Thank you, Jess!

    You mentioned "tropical island" and my favorite place on earth (besides the Ozarks) is the beach. Mind if I tag along? 🙂

     
     
    1. YW, Cindy! I'm just thrilled you can comment on my blog now! Woohoo! Um…I know we're supposed to share Jesus, but…no can do! 😉

       
       
  7. Oh! I want a tropical island encounter too!

    but since you used that one….I'd want him to take me dancing:)

     
     
    1. Dancing would be amazing–gazing into His eyes, his might right arm around my waist. Yep, lovin this!

       
       
  8. I know we're supposed to share Jesus, but not on my island! 🙂 lol

     
     
  9. If God came down (again) in the flesh to spend the day with just me, I would want Him to take me to a room with a comfy couch and fireplace and we would drink coffee/hot chocolate/apple cider (whatever he prefers) and I'd ask him all the questions I've ever had.

    Loved this today, Jess!

     
     
    1. That sounds so cozy! I love it! You should ask Him, I wonder if He'd tell you?

       
       
  10. I'd want to go to a coffee shop with God and ask him to explain to me my husband 😉 J/K Wow. I'm shallow. Anyway, i'd still stick with the coffee shop idea, but I'd probably be more apt to just stare at Him in speechless awe.

     
     
    1. You make me laugh! I bet Jesus loves coffee. 🙂

       
       
  11. So beautiful!

     
     
    1. 🙂

       
       
  12. If God came down (again) in the flesh to spend the day with just me, I would want Him to take me to His quiet places where He prayed and I would just listen. He would open up the Scriptures with me and tell me what they meant (like the two men on the road to Emmaus). I wouldn't say or ask much. Just listen. And lean in. And breathe deeply, not wanting it to end. Ever.

     
     
    1. Oh that sounds amazing. I would love that too. That's why I love eternity! It never ends. Ah, so good!

       
       
  13. Girl, you've got it all planned out! I think if I had just one day with Jesus in the flesh, I'd ask Him to take me to Jerusalem–I've always wanted to go there. And it would be so awesome to experience the city with Jesus, walking side by side, listening to His stories.

    But honestly, when I imagine myself in eternity with Him, I imagine us sitting together on a porch swing or a hammock, me cuddled up against His chest, listening to the master Storyteller, and sharing new ideas for stories with Him, or singing for Him. And for some reason, I always imagine Him coming to my house for salmon patties, lol!

     
     

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