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Streams in the desert

December 22, 2011

Sometimes I don’t realize just how dry one of my houseplants has gotten until I pick it up and find that it’s far too light.  The soil doesn’t weigh much if it doesn’t have any water in it.  It may have occurred to me that it had been a while since I watered the plant, but it looked ok enough until I picked it up and discovered just how needy it was.

I had an experience along those lines today, but I wasn’t watering the plant…I was the plant.  Or I was like the plant.

Hmm…metaphor, or simile?  Metaphor, or simile?

Anyway, I discovered my own dryness.  Even though I have deep roots, I knew I was dry.  I knew it had been a while since I’d had a good watering.  But until someone started to water me, I had no idea just how dry I was.

It was a simple thing, really.  Something that I used to do and was done for me on a fairly regular basis, back when I participated in a culture that valued and practiced it in bold and powerful ways.  It was this: someone prayed for me.  I’m not talking a nice polite prayer, an “Oh Lord, please help Lisa” prayer, but a prayer of prophetic declarations and powerful words and images.  A prayer that left me feeling heard and seen–not by the pray-er, but by God Himself.  A prayer that imparted something of strength and power and life to me.  Like water on a dry plant.

I love praying like that.  I love having that sort of God-infused, Spirit-powered interaction with people.  I’m an introvert, and sometimes I feel like such a dork because there are people I would like to talk to but for the life of me, I can’t think of anything to say.  But that kind of praying?  Whole different ballgame.  It’s not so much about thinking, but about speaking out what I hear spoken to me.  Just letting it flow.  I doubt I flow in it very well right now.  I’m rusty from living and praying inside my own head where I don’t freak people out.  But after a while that sort of living makes me start to shrink.  And get dry.

It’s weird.  I don’t remember all that much of what was said in the prayer.  I just know that I feel stronger inside because of it.

God is so cool like that.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. December 22, 2011 11:52 pm

    AMEN sista! I know exactly what you are talking about and I miss that kind of ‘watering’ the dry places that happens when the Holy Spirit is flowing, bringing life and light! Thank you for this post….it was refreshing!

  2. December 23, 2011 1:11 am

    Oh Lisa, I am SO happy for you!! You have been the watering can on more than one occasion for me and I am SO happy to hear you got some watering of your own!! I pray you find that again on a regular basis!!

  3. December 23, 2011 8:02 am

    Tears of joy for you flowing down my face! You are right about how good that feels.

  4. December 23, 2011 10:30 am

    I agree 100%—God is SO freaking cool! He is SO personal. I love me some JESUS!

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