Friday, February 13, 2009

Rain on Me

Each day I travel the same route on the way to work. The final jaunt on the journey takes me around quite a curve. I love that curve in the road. It makes me slow down(the speed limit is 25mph) and I get to just take those few seconds to enjoy the calm before the hurriedness of the day sweeps in. Just to the side of that bend in the road there is a small lake, probably more like a pond. The towering pines hover over the pond and there have been many mornings that we catch the sun heading up over that tree line. Ready to begin it's own busy work day. But over the last week there has been a change in scenery on my morning drive. The lake, once full with water and ducks doing their morning swim, is now down to just a muddy puddle. What was once hidden beneath the water is now visible. Stumps. Hundreds of them.

Drought does that. The sun busy at work warming and evaporating can drain a once full lake. It is what the sun does. During normal weather conditions the rain that comes balances out this work. But not now. Not when the rains are sparse. And so we are left without the shadows of trees on a glistening lake. We are left with the stubs of the past. Hints of what once was.

As I passed by the curve on my way from work this week, I was taken by that picture. What I must look like when I refuse to be refreshed with HIS living water for a time. A spiritual drought, not brought on by the climate, but by the deliberate refusal to drink. This spiritual drought can bring back to my mind pictures of dead pieces of my old self. Stuff that I know has long been forgiven, but without being nourished by HIS truth, the enemy lets me think the remains are still present. But there is one more thing in the landscape that I noticed. It is a canoe. A red canoe lying on the banks of the lake. It appears to wait with expectation for the rains. A picture of perfect hope. And the good news is that the rains have come. Both here literally in Columbia, but spiritually too. I find that as I wade in the living water once again that He covers over old wounds and makes me whole again. Jesus, He is my own picture of perfect hope.

Colossians 3:7 "You used to walk in these ways, in the life you once lived. But now you must rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips. Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old self with its practices 10and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator. "

Praise HIM!

7 comments:

CONNIE'S THOUGHTS FROM THE HEART said...

Such a great post and great thoughts to think on. Thank you for sharing them with us. Hope your day and week are and have been happy. connie

Kim S in SC said...

Connie,
How wonderful to have you here. I hope this means you are feeling stronger!

Angie said...

This is a wonderful message that I can certainly relate to. I've heard that water often symbolizes the Holy Spirit. He's able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think. Why are we willing to settle for less?

Kim S in SC said...

Amen Angie!

Mike said...

A great reminder and scripture. Thank you.
This I Do...

Maria Owens said...

Kim, I LOVE this visual reminder of God's presence and provision in our lives. Thank you!

Anonymous said...

hey, it's stephanie. i was checking up on your blog and as i read this i know exactly what you are talking about, the picture of that lake by my house and your deeper meaning. you always make me smile. i love and miss you.

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