Our souls, without Christ, search for we know not what.
We are parched with longing for something, but what? We spend our days seeking satisfaction until at some point we finally realize that the something that is missing in our lives is Jesus! Even if we accepted Jesus as our Savior many years ago, we could still become parched and dehydrated, spiritually speaking, when we get caught up in the “busyness” of life.
“The poor and needy search for water, but there is none; their tongues are parched with thirst. But I the LORD will answer them; I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them.
I was like that for a good portion of my adult life. I was born into a Christian home and was a regular attendee at our nearby church all during childhood and my teen years. I became a Christian when I accepted Jesus as my Savior at age 11. I remember standing in front of the congregation that day and looking out over the smiling faces of the people. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had been absorbing the basic tenets of the Bible and Christianity all during my childhood. I also didn’t quite understand why everyone was smiling the day I stood before the congregation and professed my faith in Jesus. Some years later, I realized that they were happy for me because they knew my name was written in the Lamb’s Book of Life.
Despite my good beginning, life got in my way. I was married at eighteen and had my first child at twenty. Less than two years later I had my second child. We built our first house five years after our wedding, and by the time I was thirty we had added another two children. My husband was busy pursuing a career, and I was a busy stay-at-home mom managing all the duties of being a young wife, mother, and homemaker.
We went to Sunday School and church, but we were not serious about Bible study. We listened attentively to the sermon each week, but our Bibles lay neglected and unopened except when we went to church. Occasionally, we managed to study the Sunday School lessons ahead of time but, unfortunately, we were part of a group that was more about what we thought rather than what the Bible said. Nobody even thought about consulting a commentary. Those were for the preacher to use! The lessons were not being taken to heart and applied to our lives. As I said, we were caught up in the “busyness” of life and in pursuing the American dream.
The American dream was not enough. After twenty years of marriage, we were divorced. A year later, our oldest son was killed in a motorcycle wreck at the age of nineteen. The year after that, my mother died in a car wreck. She was a young sixty-eight. It was a bad three years for me.
It was during those years that I started searching for the Lord in earnest because I was desperate and at the end of myself. I found Him by listening to radio preachers while making the 30-to-40-minute drive to work each morning and also during my lunch hour. I have depended upon the Holy Spirit to guide me ever since. The blood of Jesus washed me clean, and the refreshing living waters from Christ who indwells me have sustained me all these years.
On the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”
If you come to Him, Jesus will sustain you, too.
Source: Reybert Reyes