Watching the sprinkler move back and forth I could only imagine the yard getting a much needed drink. My reflection is upon how thirsty I myself can get. Earlier today I felt so weary I thought it might overcome me. Nothing to do in those situations except make the right choice; lay down and quit or put myself before my Father again to let Him refill me with His word.
I can be immature at times so making the right choice isn’t necessarily the first choice on my list. When I am hurting my instinct is to want to pull away from everything and everyone, including Abba Father. He loved me enough to have let me do this once before and I still wear a verse around my neck to remind me of those consequences.
No greater pain have I ever felt in my whole life than to have spent some days devoid of any hope. It made me sick, it made me sad and it made me angry. Despite what my first choice may have been, I made the right choice. I filled myself up in the presence of my Father. I was taking a deep drink again. Soon, I’d be able to offer hope to others once more, the weariness washing off of me like dust.
Gal 6:9 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up