My desk by the window with coffee in hand is the first place I land after waking, stretching, and thanking. The mist hangs low and veils the pines across the road after last night’s hard rain. Two of the three horses in the pasture are visible, and I imagine are enjoying the dew-heavy grass. Our land has been thirsty. These rain drops that fell will soak into soil and bring shriveled corn into fullness again, encouraging the shriveled hearts of farmers as well.
We, too, can become thirsty in soul. Made to need the One who made us, without receiving from Him, we become dry and the living out of our lives can become shriveled like the corn in nearby fields, not producing much. A thirsty soul is a good thing to have as it draws us to God. We learn not to fill ourselves with other things as they…
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