The Dehydrated Heart...Come Thirsty

Posted by Lola on Friday, August 01, 2014 in Inspirational | 2 comments

 

So I read this book eight years ago by Max Lucado and was entirely captivated; spellbound at the wordplay and deep message. I picked up the book again to read from my library few days ago and can’t help but share these powerful lines. I hope it inspires you to drink heartily today and always...

You’re acquainted with physical thirst. Your body according to some estimates is 80% fluid. It means as we consume several pounds of water. Apart from brains, bones and a few organs, we are walking water balloons.

We need to be! Stop drinking and see what happens.

Coherent thoughts vanish, skin grows clammy, and vital organs wrinkle. Your eyes need fluid to cry; your mouth needs moisture to swallow; your glands need sweat to keep your body cool; your cells need blood to carry them; your joints need fluid to lubricate them. Your body needs water the same way a tire needs air!

You were wired with thirst – a “low-fluid indicator”
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Let your fluid level go low and watch the signals flare.

Dry mouth. Thick tongue. Achy head. Weak knees. Deprive your body of necessary fluid and your body will tell you.
Deprive your soul of spiritual water and your soul will tell you. Dehydrated hearts send desperate messages – snarling tempers; waves of worry; growling mastodons of guilt and fear. You think your maker wants you to live like this? Hopelessness. Sleeplessness. Loneliness. Resentment. Irritability. insecurity. These are warnings, symptoms of a dryness within.

Perhaps you’ve never seen them as such. You’ve thought they, like speed bumps, are a necessary part of the journey! Anxiety you assume runs in your genes like eye colour. Some people have bad ankles; others, high cholesterol or receding hairlines. You? You fret!

And moodiness? Everyone has gloomy days (like me), sad Saturdays. Aren’t such emotions inevitable? Absolutely! But unquenchable? No way. View the pains of your heart, not as struggles to endure but as an inner thirst to slake. Treat your soul as you treat your thirst. Take a gulp. Imbibe moisture. Flood your heart with a good swallow of water and thankfully we don’t give water directions.

Before swallowing, do you look at the liquid and say, “ten drops of you go to my spleen. I need fifty on cardiovascular detail. The rest of you go north to my scalp…it’s really itchy today”. Water somehow knows where to go to.

God is the same. Your directions are not needed. Only your permission is. Let him be the water of your soul.



(Culled from Max Lucado’s Come Thirsty)


Writer's note - words in italics mine.