It has been raining since 5:00 yesterday afternoon. My body is cold and my spirit is burdened.
I want desperately to just fall into the same sweet comfort I’ve already fallen into a thousand times, but I am hesitant- this time I’m dirty, and covered from head to toe in yesterday’s filth and today’s experiences.
My boots-rain boots- are overflowing with water. I bought them so they could protect my feet, but this time they didn’t. I didn’t realize…
This time, I might even catch a cold, or something worse. It’s sad that even this investment could not protect me as I danced in the rain, free from inhibitions and reservations. I thought I was exempt from the consequences of playing in water.
It has done so much good. It has blessed so many…
I am covered in it, and I am not clean.
I’m not even sure if I want to go inside to dry off. Someone might see that I’m wet or I might leave a trail of water on the floor for someone to slip on…
Do I stay here, right outside the door and wait for someone to bring me a towel…or should I walk in? Should I walk inside alone in search of a towel?
Maybe water is good. Maybe it is healthy.
Maybe I was filthy before I got wet, and as the first drop of water touched my skin I was freed from my disgusting yesterday.
Maybe water transforms- purifies- cleanses- satisfies. Maybe it’s more than that.
Yes. that’s it. I’m free. Why have I never danced in water before? Life is so much better with purity and freedom. It is so much more simple- so much more beautiful.
I’ve always been so concerned about other people’s opinions that I didn’t see this as an option.
I’m so happy. I’m so free.
It was the redeeming, transforming, active water.
Living water. At last I am satisfied.
Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”