My soul thirsts for you like a parched land. (Ps 143:6)
I was watering my garden today. Spring here in Wellington is often dry – the wind carries away the moisture, and threatened rain is often just clouds. The garden needed watering, not for the established plants, but for the new vegetables that we put in last week, and for the seeds that are just starting to appear – radishes – or are yet to appear – beans.
I was thinking about this scripture – when we need God with such a thirst as the Psalmist has, it may be that somehting new is on the way, somehting delicate. The old things are established and soldier on through the drought – the old habits of prayer or scripture reading, of living your Christian life as you have done for a while, but for something new and thirsty a fresh anointing is needed. Instead of the deep thirst being a sign of feeling God is far away, it could be a sense that something new is about to germinate – a rootlet is pushing through a hard seed-case, and exploring the fertile soil.
When the rain first hits the parched land,baked hard, it often runs off, taking the top layer of soil with it. Is your soul parched like that, so that the Holy Spirit cannot soak in? Or is it cracked, broken, with deep channels which hold onto the water, giving it time to expand the dried-up soil? It is often when we are most aware of our brokenness that we let God soak in the most.