I know I've been writing about our trip for the past several posts and I'm not promising this will be my last. From that you should be able to conclude two things: 1. nothing funny is happening around the house, and 2. I don't get away very often. That being said, I'm totally milking this trip for all I can because, before too long, I'll be cleaning out the litter box of a cat I'm tolerating at best.
Sorry Caddy Woodlawn, but it's true. Totally true.
I've been thinking about all that was discussed among the several speakers at the conference last weekend but there's one story that was told that keeps coming back to me.
Winston Smith was speaking Saturday morning and told of the training of Navy sailors. Engraved into their minds, like eating and sleeping, is the understanding that if they are ever stranded at sea, they are never to drink the ocean water.
It sounded like simple instructions to me, and to Mr. Smith. If you've ever been swimming in the ocean and had the salty water accidentally splash into your mouth, you understand that it might be the very last thing you would ever want to drink on purpose.
Mr. Smith continued to explain, however, that our bodies can survive without food for weeks upon end but water is an entirely different story. After just a couple of days, depending on your circumstances, lack of water is a death sentence. What happens then, to a sailor stranded on the open sea, is that he would look around at all that water and begin to drink it, even if it was just to put something wet in his mouth and, by drinking it, he would only expedite his death.
Ya'll, I'm just like that sailor.
I know I can't be filled by anything but Christ but, when I'm thirsty, I look around at all the things that look refreshing and I gulp them down. I scoop them up by the handful and try to quench a thirst that can only be abated by the Living Water.
Be it affirmation, esteem, praise of my husband, praise of my children, money, home accessories, or this, it is the saltiest ocean water in disguise. It promises to quench whatever is my 'thirst du jour' (I'm totally bi-lingual). When I use it to replace what is genuinely refreshing, it will only dry my very bones.
I, again, and again, keep coming back to the very basics of Scripture. We are created to become thirsty, but it is a thirst that can only be quenched by Him who says this about himself...
...“Everyone who drinks this water will become thirsty again. But whoever drinks the water that I will give him will never become thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become a well of water for him, springing up to eternal life.”
I know so much was said at the conference, and this is certainly not all I learned, but it's simple truth has convicted me once again. We have been given great freedom to live this life surrounded by an ocean of the saltiest sea-water and never needing to drink one drop.
I pray, as we enter this holiday season, I'll take hold of this truth like never before.