on being a succulent
let My teaching drop as the rain, My speech distill as the dew, as the droplets on the fresh grass and as the showers on the herb.
lately, i have been waking up feeling especially parched and in need of some heavenly dew. i have been praying for a fresh perspective and refreshment for my soul, and i am working on being less of a succulent.
my faith can so often be camel-like. i go through seasons when i am drinking from the fountain of His goodness and then i wander off into a desert of my own making trying to sustain myself on whatever water i have "stored up".
He gives overflowing goodness all the time. and all i need to do is drink it in. no need to guzzle and store it, rationing it as i travel through this life. there is no need to wander and let the sun scorch my face and the whipping sand wear at my skin. there is no need to go thirsty. He is an ever-present oasis. a cooling stream. the fountainhead that never runs dry. i can drink daily. i can drink hourly. every minute. every second.
come thy fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing Thy grace; streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise.