What are you Quenching for?

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When we get up in the morning, I’m sure most of us pour a caffeinated cup of coffee. I’m sure most don’t pour a glass water for needed energy.

As Christians, do we reach for the Bible like our cup of coffee? Do we open its unwrinkled pages to refresh our souls with living water? Do we pour the red words into our hearts to retain energy?

In the early dewy mornings, when the sun tips the trees, we should grab a glass of “water” instead of dehydrating coffee that is brewed with lack of taste.

The pure water will fill our spirit with a perpetual flow of clear certainty…we are pebbles in the river of life.

Are we quenching for holy wholeness or are we pouring gritty sand into our cup?

The grit fills us momentarily, but then, scratches and nicks the inside of our soul. It cuts us, leaving holes of discontent, unhappiness, and void.

The false filler of the world hardens hearts. Souls search amongst the desert for fake water in a distant mirage. We look to loosen the grip on our closing throats. We search for fictitious feelings to fill us.

The parched fill their spirit with deadened droughts of dead-ends. The mirage of counterfeit water gets farther away. The chase begins to drink from the deluded water of the world; wealth, pride, alcohol, drugs…destitute droplets of death.

Until we reach past the dry coffee and mirages of water, we will always feel scorched and barren. Everyday, let’s reach for the living word and quench ourselves with Jesus’ eternal water. We will always flow with truth and fullness of rippling joy.

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