John and Bethany Arndt

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come to the waters

Intentional, strategic, constant, consistent, investing, trying, loving, leading, teaching….

..or at least attempting to.

What happens when you spend a lot of time in one place with certain relationships, where you hope for them, with them… what happens when there is no fruit, no growth, little response? When the generational, cultural, and familial cycles are louder, and seemingly stronger, than what you have to offer? What happens when nature wins over nurture… when what once seemed like good soil proves hard, and after many attempts to be toiled, and even after small sprouts appear, they shrivel and the rocks swallow the soil… how long do you plow?

Is this a reflection of the potency of what you have to offer?  NO.

Does it effect your motivation in offering it? Maybe.

What it mostly does though is let me in on a small glimpse of the grief of parenthood… the grief of our heavenly Father. When He so desperately wants abundant life for the ones He loves…the ones He gave it all for… but ultimately its our choice to respond, or really an accumulation of choices that each person has to make for them self. This also makes me recognize the war that goes on all around us….a war for our affection… There is a living, invisible deceiver who offers what seems like delectable tastes, but these momentary pleasures only rob us from the deep and satisfying food that we were created to partake in and don’t these tastes simultaneously intensify our hunger?

He not only waits, but He does so with a commanding smile, a gentle hand outstretched, and a willing embrace that exists just beyond our surrender… just on the other side of a simple request for help.. upon our countless requests.. he is there.

He is also relentless.

More than waiting.. He pursues, He persists, He doesn’t grow weary.

Thankfully, I still hear His invitation… and I will continue to channel this invitation..

“Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! Come buy wine and milk without money and without cost. Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy?

Listen, listen to me, eat what is good, and your soul will delight in the richest of fare. Give ear, and come to me, hear that your soul may live.” Isaiah 55:1-3

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3 Responses to come to the waters

  1. Allen Taylor says:

    Nice writing. You are on my RSS reader now so I can read more from you down the road.

    Allen Taylor

  2. Those verses in Isaiah have been some of my favorites for years.

    Loved the post. Thanks for the reminder that He never grows weary. I often need the same reminders myself, especially when I think about my students here.

    Love you friend.

  3. Janet O'Connor says:

    You expressed so well what we talked about. Yes His hand is always extended He never takes it back. We are the one who lets go. Keep planting the seeds and tilling the soil. Others will come along and water and maybe even pull some weeds out. His word never goes void!!!!

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