Drink and Repeat, Drink and Repeat…

Every day she trudged along this dusty, worn path, seeking to satisfy her thirst. She lowered her bucket deep into the well and strained to pull up a bucket full of water. As she raised her cupped hand to her parched mouth and drank, she knew she would be back here tomorrow; her thirst would […]

Parched No Longer

This poem reminds us that the pursuit of new things often requires us to leave the past behind.

A Famine of the Heart

When we think of the word famine, we think of an extreme scarcity of food. But in Amos 8:11, we read of a different kind of famine: “‘Behold, days are coming,’ declares the Lord God, ‘When I will send a famine on the land, Not a famine for bread or a thirst for water, But […]

Moistening the Parched Soul

I can still feel your hand A weak squeeze Dry skin against mine Still hear the machine Pulsating in the background Providing you oxygen…

Morning Praise: Drawn by a Parched Soul

I am parched, beaten down by the scorching heat of life; dried out, craving relief from the oppressive inferno of barbs from others. In this moment I hear your word dear Lord: “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink (John 7:37, NIV).” Praise God that you don’t just offer a shot of […]