Thirsty

We went for 24 hours here without running water.  We normally have a back up cistern, but it malfunctioned. Eating my words about hot showers.  I just want a shower.  Not a bucket of water.  Water dripping, flowing, whatever.

I can’t believe we live in a world where millions of people lack water. Friday I visited a client. The women outside meticulously washing pots and pans with water from a bucket.  Who knows how far they had to travel to get that water. Who knows whether the water they drink will make them sick.

Thinking about the living water today. I am in a dry season, physically, spiritually. All who thirst, let them come to the water. But how? How do you come? I want it, but I don’t know the Way. Jesus is the Way, but what does that mean? I’m swimming in water – prayer time, Bible study, church, devotionals, worship, and yet I’m dry.

I want a map.  A to do list for spiritual revival. I don’t want to wait on the Holy Spirit. I don’t want to surrender control. Just tell me what to do, and I will do it. I came to Rwanda to do things. But it’s not working. I’m going through the motions, checking the boxes, and I’m still thirsty.

It’s supernatural. I have to wait for the Holy Spirit to move. There is no manual drive for this.

Wait. Those who wait on the Lord will find new strength. Patience. A test? Can I rejoice while I wait? The Isrealites waited 400 years before the Word came back. I hope it’s not 400 years. I can’t even wait 400 seconds!

 

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