When you’re dry

I’ve been distracted lately.  Spending more and more time on details and to-do’s and endless lists.  Late nights and busy days leave less of me to go around and the first thing to suffer is the spirit.  I try to keep my time set apart, to pray, to worship…but, jet lag drags and chores beckon and the spirit suffers.  The flesh, it is so weak.  I felt it today, this flesh-weakness that disguises itself as strength.  It is not strength, it is a dry creek bed of stone, with nothing to fill the gaps. 

This morning I put off the list, and I sat with the Word and I let the living water come and fill the places in between.  Though the flesh still lies beneath, the water of the Spirit gives life to the dry places.   

“The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you are spirit and they are life.” John 6:63 



  • There’s nothing that can replace time spent with the Word. This reminded me of the verse in Isaiah that says, “I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water.”