I am a Pharisee.

I have returned like a defeated soldier, knowing myself to be incapable and weak. I have, at times, lost hope for my Beloved to cover me with His love and to rescue me. I am proud – basing my actions on what I’d rather do, not what I’m called to do.
I am not a water drinker. Think of what you need to survive. Food? Water? Air? Facebook? {ha, hear my sarcasm.} Naturally, I'm going to concentrate on water here. Water is of major importance to all living things. Each day humans must replace 2.4 litres of water.

Water is boring. I’d much rather have tea or a coke or juice, even. Something with some excitement. I’ve recently started forcing myself to chug 64oz of water in the mornings. Every day, I do it – never really desiring water, but in the realization that my body needs it to survive. After the first week, I felt so good. My skin was healthier, I had more energy – I was refreshed. And now I crave it.

I recently used this illustration with a group of ladies that have started coming over to my house to be in community and try to navigate this area of life with other likeminded believers.

Scripture. I haven’t always been the most faithful scripture reader. I wanted to be – I just didn’t know how to foster a love for His Word when I had trouble retaining information, and had no real desire to read and dwell in His Word. Sometimes I was bored with it [ouch], I didn’t understand it all, I’d zone out… I prayed that He would help me love to love it. So I partnered action with my prayer – I started reading [sometimes kicking and screaming, I’m embarrassed to say]. Reading an hour a day. Still not really retaining what I read, or understanding all of it… but as each new day arose, I found myself looking more forward to that hour with Him and His Word. It refreshes me – It encourages me. The more I read, the more I want to read. The more I read, the better I understand His love for me. The more I read His Word, the more I am broken for my sin[s] and the fact that I basically yielded the hammer that nailed Him to the cross. And still, He loves me; still, He pursues me; still, He delivers me from the tyranny of my misplaced desires; still, He calls me His child. When I spit in His face, He calls me daughter. He encourages me to die, so that I may truly live. 

I need scripture to function, I need communion with Christ to be refreshed and fully live. As my earthly body needs water, my soul needs the Living Water.