From a nation filled with abundance to a land parched with poverty, our cultures are worlds apart...but our need is entirely the same...Jesus. The void that makes us hunger...The drought that makes us thirst...can only be completely filled...completely satisfied...by Him.
As I walked along the dry African ground, dust covered my feet...a sign of the desperate need for rain...my heart had a similar longing...a thirst for the quenching waters of my Jesus. I felt so small. So insignificant. So helpless in a place where the need was almost too much to bear. Poverty hovered in every direction.
My soul wept for the children. The children whose clothes, if they had any, were threadbare. Whose dirt-covered bodies screamed for clean water and nourishment. Whose tear-filled eyes longed to be seen with tenderness and affection. We breathed in the same air. Our hearts beat as one. I yearned to love them and they, to be loved. Every hand I touched seemed to multiply my heartache, yet fill me with such joy in the same moment. Their smiles were a shear reflection of their hearts. Filled. Filled with overflowing reception to a hand offering the love of a Savior...a hand offering true hope.
I felt somehow disconnected from myself. Outside of me. I knew nothing of my fears, nothing of my own confidence, nothing of my own joys even. All I knew was the desire to know only Him who could control what I knew I could not. All I knew was a helpless, empty, void that seemed as vacant as the dry wells that filled this land. And I longed for Him...I longed for Him for these people...I longed for more of Him for myself. I had a very
real awareness of my own inadequacy. A realization that without Him, I was parched to nothingness.
As He did for the Samaritan woman, so He did for me. He met me where I was. He revealed to me my need. And He filled it with Himself.
The thirst of the land is indicative of the thirst of the people. The thirst they have for a Savior. It says in Isaiah 12:3, "With joy you will draw from the wells of salvation." The joy I received from drawing from His well and offering drink to these thirsty souls is beyond anything I can contain with mere words. It was a joy that fills my heart to overflowing. A pouring out that I cannot explain. A replenishing that equips the empty to fill. And I am thirsty now only for His calling once again.
Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water. John 7:37-38