a little dry
was sipping on a cup of coffee this morning out by the potting bench. The sun getting an early start on warming up another august day. shining through the rain gauge that has been non-graced by rainfall for quite some time. dust and a few small bugs inhabit the one-tenth-of-an-inch zone. that’s it. no water.
i took the scenic route through the drive-thru for some coffee on the way to work. ran into a friend there who asked how i was. “tired.” that’s what i said. doing ok, but just feel tired. but maybe “dry” is a more apt descriptor of what i’m feeling right now. could use some rain, so to speak. my yard is going brown. my garden hanging on with a little irrigation from time to time. but i’m not always good about irrigating the soil of my soul. something else always seems to scream louder for my attention, and i forget to turn on the hose and refresh those places within me that need life-giving water.
“O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water.” Psalm 63
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