Isn’t it funny how the mention of one word can take you down a rabbit hole of thoughts? It’s like a game of word association, but you’re playing it by yourself. You hear “ice cream”, and then you’re thinking about bubble gum flavored toothpaste. How’d we get here?
Such was the case with the word “thirsty”. I “infiltrated” the secret and heavily coded world of the Millennials. Okay, I was eavesdropping at the family reunion. Or as my (much younger) cousin called it, “ear hustling”. Anyway, my cousin described a female “friend” as being thirsty. Apparently infatuated with him, this young lady’s interest and availability is perceived as desperate, too eager, bordering on a lack of self-respect; unwilling to wait to be pursued, to be chosen. She’s thirsty.
When I was their age we called that being “pressed”.
And this is where the rabbit hole of thoughts began. Have I ever been pressed? Thirsty? For whom? And why that person? My answers made me shudder. Thank you, Jesus, for showing up for this thirsty girl.
Then I thought about the Samaritan woman at the well. She was thirsty, physically and spiritually. Jesus offered her a drink of His living water so that she would never thirst again. (John 4)
Keeping straight on this thought path, I remember Jesus saying something similar to a multitude. He proclaimed to be the Bread of Life and that whoever comes to Him would never be hungry or thirsty again. Ever!
Turning left down the rabbit hole, I say, “But God, I’m not full. I’m still thirsty…”
And not in that spiritual-awareness kind of way– of wanting more of His presence, experiencing His Glory and to know His ways. Although, I could benefit from that, too. No, unfortunately I‘m thirsty in that unsettling, discontented, never satisfied kind of way. Always striving for something. Always wanting something. Always needing something. Always dreaming about something. I accomplish one goal and then I’m off to the next. “The half marathon didn’t kill me, so let’s run a full 26.2!” The Apostle Paul shared how he had achieved contentment in both hard times and good times (Philippians 4:11). Me, not so much. I’m thirsty. I can demonstrate “contentment” by not complaining. Maybe even surrendering to a matter…on occasion. But generally speaking, I can stand to be refreshed with a 16oz bottle of life’s best thirst quencher, always. Please tell me I’m not alone!
Going around the mental bend, I say: “Holy Spirit, I don’t want to be thirsty. And you promised I’d never be hungry or thirsty again, ever. Ever!”
Shortly thereafter, I found myself humming an old and seemingly random rap song, It Ain’t My Fault, (circa 1998). The clean version, of course. Believing that there is nothing truly random, I ask Holy Spirit whose fault is it.
He never said it was my fault, per se. But He did say that I do not consistently walk in the authority that He’s given me. When you know you’re a king, you don’t beg like a pauper; you don’t think like a servant; and you don’t talk like a fool. Buckle up, Rhonda. This could hurt…
That’s a lot, right?!?!?! And, remember, I’m at the family reunion! But I continued to listen, and this is what I heard:
Adopt an ownership mentality. In the book of Genesis we read that we have been given dominion to rule over everything. I’m reminded of a famous quote by Lyndon Baine Johnson. A young officer directed him to a particular helicopter while saying, “Sir, your helicopter is over here.” LBJ replied, “Son, they’re all my helicopters.” And God wants us to know, it’s all ours. Your marriage. Your children. Your business. Your health. Your dreams. We are to take dominion. To rule. To forfeit nothing to the enemy. We’re instructed to “be not conformed” to this world’s system but to be transformed by the renewing of our minds (Romans 12:2). You own it. If someone were to break into your home and take your valuables, I think it’s safe to say that most people would file a report and seek justice, of some sort. And yet, we let the enemy of our soul walk into our lives, our homes, our wallets and take from us. You own it. Take it back. File a report in Heaven and demand justice.
Be a good steward of your words. Only say what you want to see, do, and have. If our words have the power of life and death (Proverbs 18:21), then we need to pause and ask why there are dead things around us. Did we speak it dead? Does that teen always get on your last nerve because you keep saying, he/she gets on my last nerve? Many Christians have been taught to “declare and decree a thing”. But the word also says that a double-minded man cannot please God (James 1:8). We can’t pray for our healing, then turn around and say, “my feet are killing me.” Some of us aren’t experiencing the system-changing power of our words because we simply don’t use our words wisely. God will render our words impotent for our own protection until we come in knowledge and understanding. Give your words power in the spirit. Let your yes be yes and your no be no (Matthew 5:37).
Leverage your sonship. You may be familiar with the scripture, “You have not because you ask not” (James 4:2). But let’s say you did ask. In fact, you begged, pleaded, cried and bargained. And still nothing. It’s not that the Father doesn’t want to meet our needs (Philippians 4:19). In fact, the word says He will meet all our needs; and all means…all. Nothing is wrong with asking God continuously, but the persistent ask with an unbelieving heart does not please God. Abraham found favor with God because He believed (Romans 4:3). The word said it was “credited” to him. Can you use some good credit with God?
Permit me to share a story that you parents can relate to, as well as a few bystanders. My son asked me if we could have pizza for dinner. It was still morning. I don’t know why the little guy was thinking about dinner at breakfast, but okay—yes, we can have pizza for dinner. And then he asked me again an hour later. And then an hour later. And again, and again… as if he didn’t believe me. Maybe he was afraid I would forget or that I would change my mind. I was so irritated by him and with him by 3:00pm, I vowed to never buy him a pizza, ever! Thank God for grandmothers; she bought the pizza. And thank God that He’s not like us. We have sonship with *the* Father. We don’t have to beg, ever.
To use a trite example: Instead of asking, “Lord, please give me a parking space”, try saying: “Thank you, Lord, that a parking space is waiting for me.” I call it Prayers of Expectation. Try it with the big things in your life, the things that matter. “Thank you, Lord, that my husband is saved.” “Thank you, Lord, that cancer will never trespass in my body again.” “Thank you, Lord, for keeping my children safe today.” “Thank you, Lord, for pizza.”
But how will these three tips quench your thirst? I’m still walking this out, but this is what I surmise:
When we’re “full” in who we were created to be- when we’re so connected to our Creator and we can accept that His plan is better than ours, the spirit of lack dissipates. When we resolve to want what He wants for us, we dissolve our appetite for everything that He doesn’t want. When we accept spiritual alignment with God’s economy, instead of man’s, then fear and panic become homeless; it can’t stay with you. We’re sons and daughters of the Most High. We don’t have to convince God to love us. He decided that before the foundation of the world. We can rest in His sovereignty and His thirst quenching love. We can be satisfied in the knowledge that every need has and will be met, that He’s dreamed a bigger dream for us and that His timing is perfect.
As I travel out of this rabbit hole of thoughts, I have an ‘ah-ha’ moment. Not ready to call it a revelation. Here it is: Jesus is thirsty–for us! He’s eager. He pursues us relentlessly. He hangs around just waiting for us to speak to Him. He coincidentally shows up everywhere. But this isn’t infatuation. This is L.O.V.E. You’re like, “But Jez, you don’t know me.” And He responds, “Yes, I do. I know all about you and I still want to be loved by you”.
He’s so pressed…
Your turn: What thirst are you trying to quench?