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01-14-2014, 09:54 AM
Soul Irrigation
Jeremiah 17:7-8: “Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.”
We lived for awhile in the desert. Dust and rolling sagebrush swept across the barren fields. However, a built-in sprinkler system kept our yard lush and green. When the sun beat down and the temperature topped 100 degrees day after day, we did not worry about our flowers or fruit trees, as long as there was this consistent flow of water.
During my recovery from burnout I felt as if I were trying to install a sprinkler system in a cracked and parched wasteland. But Jeremiah’s words gave me hope.
God desired that I be blessed and joyous, not overworked and dried up inside. His plan to refresh me included the transfer of my worries and burdens to him. As I began to trust him I noticed that my parched spirit slowly regained new life. I clung to the hope that I might once again be healthy, producing fruit, not merely by determined performance and overdoing, but by God’s power within.
God will irrigate our parched souls, if we let him.
Thanks for the hope, Lord.
I know I’m powerless to water my spirit alone.
I accept your help.
Joan C. Webb
Jeremiah 17:7-8: “Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.”
We lived for awhile in the desert. Dust and rolling sagebrush swept across the barren fields. However, a built-in sprinkler system kept our yard lush and green. When the sun beat down and the temperature topped 100 degrees day after day, we did not worry about our flowers or fruit trees, as long as there was this consistent flow of water.
During my recovery from burnout I felt as if I were trying to install a sprinkler system in a cracked and parched wasteland. But Jeremiah’s words gave me hope.
God desired that I be blessed and joyous, not overworked and dried up inside. His plan to refresh me included the transfer of my worries and burdens to him. As I began to trust him I noticed that my parched spirit slowly regained new life. I clung to the hope that I might once again be healthy, producing fruit, not merely by determined performance and overdoing, but by God’s power within.
God will irrigate our parched souls, if we let him.
Thanks for the hope, Lord.
I know I’m powerless to water my spirit alone.
I accept your help.
Joan C. Webb