Thirsty / John 4:4-42

In 2001, I spent ten days whining in Quito, Ecuador. I whined about the lack of good, clear, drinkable, Minnesota-10,000-Lakes, Chippewa-Falls-pure water. Water without vicious intestine attacking microbes. Water you aren’t afraid to brush your teeth with. (We take it so for granted!)

My first Spanish: “Agua por favor! MAS agua!”

I think of whining in Quito—that incredible adventure in the Andes—and how I missed so much, focused as I was on the troubles of this temporal plane. I think of the woman at the well—with Messiah Himself standing before her—and how she had trouble understanding an endless water source, earthly wells being what they are.

I hear Jesus saying this morning, as if He were speaking to me, “If you only knew the gift God has for you and who you are speaking to, you would ask me, and I would give you living water.”

I get so distracted with the things of this life. When I am reminded of who He is, as I am with this morning’s passage, I realize how very thirsty I am—thirsty for the gift and thirsty for the Giver.

Lord Jesus, drench me, drown me in that living water. Wash me away in the flood of Your grace… Water, please, El Senor! More Water!