I tugged at the pink fleece, bringing it to my chin as I sank into the worn leather seat; its cushions created an enveloping refuge. The fire next to me, cast green and golden hues. The fresh scent of newly laundered fleece and the sounds of the TV caused my eyelids to grow heavy and without my knowing I drifted into a peaceful slumber.
While clearing the fog from my eyes, "it" came just as I suspected; a low guttural growl from the kitchen door way. A simple request from an friend; Shadow's usual and final plea before his Lassie like bark. I dreaded the idea of moving from the comfort of my seat by the fire, but I knew far to well Shadow would not give up easily. The fleece fell to the couch as I shuffled into my slippers and headed into the next room.
There in the middle of the floor stood the empty water bowl, Shadow next to it. A smile tugged at my heart as I recognized his trust in me. My old friend, thirsty as he was, knew I would be the one to satisfy his thirst if he could get my attention. I pet his head and began to run the water cool, waiting for just the perfect temperature. His tail wagged as he pawed at me; another request. I felt for him, how awful it is to be thirsty. The sound of the running water caused "Bo Bear," Shadow's brother to come into the kitchen.
I could not help but ponder over their contrasting personalities. Though Bo was also thirsty, he never attempted to alert me of his desire for fresh water. Yet, Shadow never gave up, always knocking, faithful that I would hear and respond. Persistent is Shadow, that special one of mine, trusting me to lavish him in love; knowing I will give him what is needed and what is best.
As I stared into the stream of clear water I was reminded of the Lord's words , "If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink." (John 7:37)
The Psalmist words followed, "As a deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God." (Psalm 42:1)
Clean water refreshes, cleanses and heals. It replenishes and gives life.
"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened." Matthew 7: 7-8
Yes, Shadow panted, he thirst. He knocked, trusting that I would respond by giving him refreshing waters. Do we desire Yeshua and his promises with such persistence?
When, like the bowl, our souls run empty we have a choice. We can, like Bo, stay quiet and not request refreshing; or we can choose to walk in faith and trust in the Good Master, Jesus, whose desire is to satisfy our deepest needs with his unending well. He longs to fill us, if only we would knock.
I am grateful for the things the Lord teaches me through my sweet and faithful pups. An empty bowl clanking on the floor, who would have thought? But what a wonderful reminder to us that God desires us to come to him knocking while believing in His goodness. Trusting that He is the living water, the unending wellspring of life who longs to refresh the emptiest of souls.