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Dry skin shrivels into minuscule canyons between veins and wrinkles, aging my hands decades beyond the years they’ve earned. A pinched spot eases back into place, confirming my need for water.  I drink the last drop from my glass, but my flesh will soon crave more.

Just outside, noon rays crisp each blade of yellowed grass. Blooms fail and birds hide from the perilous heat. A parching climate cracks and peels away the velvety surfaces of life, sharpening once-gentle touches. Earth itself buckles under an oppressive lack of moisture.

Creation struggles with thirst, an unquenchable need for daily sips of heaven-sent life. The world cannot drink its fill and rest in sustained wellness. Again and again, it must receive what it cannot give itself.

Substitutions and corrupt waters fail. Though flavorful to some, they can neither yield crops nor replenish tissue. The deadly risk of dehydration haunts our planet, and a single hope remains–living water.

The fulcrum of life’s dependence upon purity to quench away certain death keeps our reliance upon the Creator and Redeemer ever before us. The gospel echoes across the dry world, resonating with Jesus’s words to a parched woman’s soul in John 4:10 “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”

In Christ, we have an eternal source of hope within us. Access to life no longer threatens the redeemed spirit, for Living Water dwells within. The Lord commissions us to participate in His irrigation of earth.

“Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them” (John 7:38).

Have you gulped from the Christ spring today? Will you partner with Jesus to water those thirsting alongside you?

“’Am I only a God nearby,’
declares the Lord,
‘and not a God far away?'”

– Jeremiah 23: 23

An endless list of unfinished tasks scrolls day and night across the back of my mind. If I work toward one goal, another lags behind. Time seems set against hope of accomplishing them all. Meanwhile, the clock’s persistence amplifies thoughts which tempt me to worry about my family. My own concerns strain against my serenity as I attempt to bear others’ burdens. Breathing and exercise help, but sometimes the old ad resurfaces in my memory…”Wanna get away?”

Where would you go to escape stress, renew your spirit, and recharge passion? Europe, Hawaii, or New Zealand seem like effective options, if only there were no cost involved. A spa day sounds nice, too. All the time away and money spent would soon fade, however, and I’d return promptly to the same stress and strain.

Wherever I went, I’d take my struggles along like luggage. Unless I took my respite with me, of course.

Thank God I have a refuge nearby and far away. No travel plans necessary. And my Best Friend paid the cost for me well in advance. Only You, Lord Jesus, continually relieve my stress, renew my spirit, and recharge my passion. No other escapes will work so perfectly.

How are you feeling this spring? Wanna get away? Be sure to pack Light.