Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Rejuvenating

Rejuvenating
Net's Notations Tuesdays
Refreshed by God Series


Spiders. In August, the spiders come out with a vengeance, weaving their webs everywhere. I’m guessing it’s because they’ve grown over the summer months and now, with flies jetting about, they’d like to find some dinner. Their silken webs stretch from lawn furniture to bird feeder, discouraging a harmless stroll through the yard. Walking along, I’ve nearly inadvertently stepped right into a web, which would mean wearing that eight-legged creature. Not a good idea.

So, last Saturday when I had the opportunity to water my container plants, I didn’t. The weatherman had promised rain. I was hoping we’d get that shower and I could avoid the arachnid threats.

Then, yesterday—due to lack of water—they were looking rather wilted. So, I watered them like crazy.

And today, it’s pouring! *grin*

That’s how I get if I don’t get enough time with God—wilted. Thing is, unlike my potted flowers, which are dependent upon someone coming along with water, I have access to God’s Word and prayer at any time. Even if a Bible isn’t nearby, I can recall Scripture, and I can certainly pray. I don’t have to get to that point.

Why do I let myself get to the point of wilting? Busy-ness. Pursuit of other things. Excuses.

I just need to go encounter Him, to raise my wilted branches toward the sky and ask Him to rain down on me, refresh me, rejuvenate me.

Are you feeling dry and needy? Here’s God’s invitation:

"Hey there! All who are thirsty, come to the water! Are you penniless? Come anyway—buy and eat! Come, buy your drinks, buy wine and milk. Buy without money—everything's free! Why do you spend your money on junk food, your hard-earned cash on cotton candy? Listen to me, listen well: Eat only the best, fill yourself with only the finest. Pay attention, come close now, listen carefully to my life-giving, life-nourishing words. I'm making a lasting covenant commitment with you, the same that I made with David: sure, solid, enduring love.” (from Isaiah 55)