I hate oversleeping. Really, I do.
This morning was no exception. When I glanced at my watch to see what time it was you can imagine I was in for a bit of a shock when I read “9:38” instead of the desired “6:38”.
While I didn’t necessarily need to get up as early as I had set my alarm, I was still frustrated that I had missed it. And not just missed it by a half-hour but three full hours. Talk about a lovely start to a Tuesday morning.
I scrambled out of bed, got ready, and packed my bookbag as best I could. No, I wasn’t going to any classes but I was going to church and my laptop and diary may have come in handy.
On a final note, I stuffed my Bible into my already heavy bookbag and ran out the door.
Amazingly, I actually made my bus and was able to make it to the church nearing 11. Not too bad.
During the course of the day I got up several times to refill my water cup. Each time I intended to drink the coffee on my desk I had forgotten it for too long and it had grown cold.
As tempting as it was to drink lukewarm coffee, I reasoned within myself that perhaps water was the best option for the day. No matter how long I let the cup sit on the desk, the water was still satisfying.
The only problem was that I was getting up too much. The cup could only contain so much water and my body quite obviously needed more than what it was being given.
At the end of the day I knew I needed to pop to the grocery store to pick up some dinner. Picking up my backpack to leave the church I thought to myself how heavy it felt. There was no way what I had in there was weighing me down that much.
Lo and behold, I had forgotten to take the three bottles of water I had bought the night before out of my backpack. There they were, settled at the bottom of the bag.
Had I taken a moment to think about the situation earlier, I might’ve been able to save myself the headache of carrying a weighty bookbag as well as the annoyance of getting up every twenty minutes to refill my cup.
When speaking to the Samaritan woman at the well, Jesus says, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water.” (emphasis added)
Often times I believe we fall into the same trap as I did this morning. We get so busy and so consumed with our own lives that we fail to see God-moments. We miss out on encounters with Him because we temporarily satisfy the desire of our hearts with finite things. We become so involved in our routines that we ignore Jesus sitting at the well.
Christ alone can quench our spirits, but He will never force Himself into our lives. He wants us to choose Him, to seek Him in the day-to-day and to know Him intimately.
True satisfaction is at our fingertips but instead of reaching to grab the extended hand of Christ, we once more shoulder the burdens of life and wonder why we tire so easily, why our walk is more difficult than we expected.
Living Water is Jesus. No one and no thing besides Him will fulfill the deepest desire of our spirits. We were created with an empty cistern in our soul.
In our futile attempts at creating hope and joy we collect droplets of rain. We snag dew off the smallest blade of grass. We scramble in our frailty and weakness to fill a deep well drop by drop when if we would just be still, we would see Jesus standing with jars overflowing with life-giving water.
Be still, brothers and sisters, and know that the Lord is God. He will be exalted among the nations. (Psalm 46:10). When we rest in His presence, He will begin to reveal things to us. Burdens we need to release and sins we need to confess.
But if we are so caught up in routine and daily life that we do not seek Him, we will find ourselves scrambling for lesser things that cannot satisfy.
Seek Him while He may be found, call on Him while He is near (Isaiah 55:6).