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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Water Works

I love water.

I love to drink water. I love to take showers. I love to swim in water. I love to walk in the rain. I love to watch water boiling on the stovetop. I love squirt-guns, as long as they’re not pointed at me. I even save water in empty gallon milk jugs so I can water my plants whenever the fancy strikes me. My mom says it’s good to let the chlorine evaporate out of the water for a few days – sounds good to me. Plus I like the way my surplus water stash looks in my laundry room next to the washing machine.

My husband brings me bottled water by the case. Whatever’s cheapest at the grocery store is fine with me; but I like Dasani, Aquafina, Fiji, Ozarka, I’ll even drink tap water if I have to. Right now I have a case of Nestle Pure Life water sitting in my laundry room, too. (Yes, Nestle, the chocolate people – I love chocolate – but that’s another post altogether.) Every morning I set aside four or five sixteen-ounce bottles for the day. Most days I even drink them all.

On the way to church Sunday morning, I forgot to grab a water bottle, so my sweetheart husband stopped by Quick Trip to get me a bottle of Ozarka. They have these new, cool flip-tops with easy-flow spouts. (Do you think I could work in advertising?) I thought it was just the niftiest thing since bottled water! So, when I empty a bottle of Nestle Pure Life water, I rinse that easy flow flip top thingie, and screw it atop the next one. It makes drinking my water so much more fun!

I find myself thinking, occasionally, about the simple gift that water is. It’s elemental. No additives or preservatives. It’s a key ingredient in most yummy drinks and many foods. It cools you, cleans you, satisfies you. Isn’t God a genius to make something so amazing as water for you and me?

You know, in the Bible I find that the Word of God itself is compared to water in Ephesians 5:26, and so is Jesus Christ in John chapter 4. It’s true, that nothing satisfies my thirst like a bottle of pure water, and nothing satisfies my inner thirst like some time with Jesus in His Word. He washes me. He quenches my thirst. We even have fun!

Ahhh. Isn’t it amazing what a little water will do?

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