"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you." Isaiah 43:2
Water can bring me to my knees, to God. It's 7:30 am. Sarah comes to mind. The sound of water filling the room, running hot, steaming the mirror and glass. She would already be at the hospital. Today is day one of five difficult days of chemo. Then the transplant, followed by 30 plus days of trips to the hospital. I pray today, Sarah will find rest and sleep, amidst the stress and emotion of a hospital and drugs running through her veins.
"Even when the rain falls, even when the floods start rising, even when the storm comes, I am washed by the water. " Needtobreathe
The rain is falling God, can you hear it?! Do you hear our prayers?! This is a storm Jesus and our feet are getting wet!! I keep praying. Sarah is washed by the water God! I know that and You know that! She is Your girl God.... but, she is ours too! Heal this 105 lbs of dynamite Jesus!!
I pray the chemo drugs were ready when Sarah arrived, avoiding hours of delay... it is common. I pray the nurses kind, her room sunny and warm, her bed soft. I pray for Brian, her brother, a constant in her life. Solid, protective, her safe place. I pray healing over her, this regimen... the one that will kill the remaining cancer. I pray for her friends and caregivers, intertwined in this sweet community of Sarah.
I pray, because I can. I get to. He listens... to my stilted, jumbled words and He hears each one. Every word, every thought. I raise them up to Him and ask for it all. The whole shebang. On a silver platter. When my words fail me, He doesn't. He already knows the need and He holds the answer. Living Water always quenches our thirst.
John 4:1-15 reads... Jesus realized that the Pharisees were keeping count of the baptisms that he and John performed (although his disciples, not Jesus, did the actual baptizing). They had posted the score that Jesus was ahead, turning him and John into rivals in the eyes of the people. So Jesus left the Judean countryside and went back to Galilee.
To get there, he had to pass through Samaria. He came into Sychar, a Samaritan village that bordered the field Jacob had given his son Joseph. Jacob’s well was still there. Jesus, worn out by the trip, sat down at the well. It was noon.
A woman, a Samaritan, came to draw water. Jesus said, “Would you give me a drink of water?” (His disciples had gone to the village to buy food for lunch.)
The Samaritan woman, taken aback, asked, “How come you, a Jew, are asking me, a Samaritan woman, for a drink?” (Jews in those days wouldn’t be caught dead talking to Samaritans.)
Jesus answered, “If you knew the generosity of God and who I am, you would be asking me for a drink, and I would give you fresh, living water.”
The woman said, “Sir, you don’t even have a bucket to draw with, and this well is deep. So how are you going to get this ‘living water’? Are you a better man than our ancestor Jacob, who dug this well and drank from it, he and his sons and livestock, and passed it down to us?”
Jesus said, “Everyone who drinks this water will get thirsty again and again. Anyone who drinks the water I give will never thirst—not ever. The water I give will be an artesian spring within, gushing fountains of endless life.”
The woman said, “Sir, give me this water so I won’t ever get thirsty, won’t ever have to come back to this well again!”
I turn off the water, dry off and see a message on my phone. It's from Sarah. Reaching out, encouraging me. Me. Sarah, you are my visual of passing through the the water, walking through the fire. You will not be consumed... even when the rain comes.