The desert is dry. It is scorched by the sun and lack of moisture in the environment. Watching the surface of a painted area go from a thinly spread substance to a hard, dry one is a process that happens. When my eyes are dry, my vision is somewhat distorted and I can’t see as clearly. I can add moisture in, but sometimes it takes a bit for that to sink in and change the overall situation that’s happening. Daily my hands get dry from endless tasks. I cover them with lotion only to have the wear of the work return them to dryness.

My soul is like this sometimes. It gets tired and worn and dry. The days pass busily and they take a bit away from me with each passing day. It seems to be combination of the world and my heart and flesh all working against each other. Thankfully I know it’s a temporary situation. Sometimes I need to step away and take a break from various activities in my routine for a time to bring the needed restoration.

Jesus’ ministry lasted three years. He ministered non-stop during that time. He did find time in His ministering to break away from everyone and commune with His Father. “I and my Father are One.” What peace and power, strength and humility, love and righteousness that must have been drawn from those times of prayer and separation from man and the world! Imagine the communion! I cannot comprehend that in my mind. I long for that, yet in this feeble flesh, I cannot obtain it because I am not fully God and fully man, only Jesus was.

What do I do then? I want to move forward, run without hesitation, yet I’m dry. I pray and read yet it all seems routine and lifeless. I press in and just feel the shadows of things that want to be. I want that Holy Spirit drenching water to quench all that is dry within my soul. I want these dry bones to feel refreshed and spring to life!

So I sit. I sit in the front room of our house in the quietness and just begin to play the piano, nothing of anything but the melodious notes that spring forth. I wait and play on. I’m always amazed that from somewhere a familiar melody comes through. I sing the lyrics to the song in my mind. It’s words spill into vapid area that has been empty and vacant. It’s a revival of sorts, just for me. One tune into the next from before His throne to my fingers, He pours out His water to my wanting heart. Always words from scripture come forth. It is the one true source of all things; the Word, God’s Word and reflected in Jesus Christ alone, and revived in me by the Holy Spirit. A blessing from the Lord to this restored heart, filled up again as only He can do. Thank you, Father, thank you for meeting me here,

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