Psalm 87:7
“As they make music they will sing, ‘All my fountains are in you.’”
Crazy as it may sound, I was contemplating water fountains today. Somehow I got into my head I am going to take up jogging and this time actually stick with it. This thought than birthed the thought about somehow installing a water fountain at the driveway that way as I am leaving for each jog I can take a quick sip and upon returning can just gulp the water down.
This small dream of a water fountain grew to the dream of a Gatorade fountain. “How could I manage to get blue Gatorade pumping through a fountain”, I thought? Is it possible to order a tank of Gatorade? This, sadly enough, gave way to my fruit punch fountain and even more sadly, the thought of a milk shake fountain just popped into my head this very second! But that would kind of defeat the whole jogging purpose…so back to the fruit punch/Gatorade one…
Actually, getting off this whole fountain dream is the underlining point. How easy it is for us to take a perfectly good thing and BAM! Feel like we need an upgrade! I literally went from jogging with a water bottle like normal people to adding in a water/punch/Gatorade/Milkshake dispensing fountain in my front yard in a matter of seconds. Why isn’t water enough?
We do this with God. We take The Thirst Quencher and try to fit him into a better post-jogging-fountain. We dig wells that are not meant to be dug. We place our thirst into the hands of those who cannot hydrate. We take addiction, depression, devastation and somehow we begin to serve what they serve. Despair becomes our ‘it’ guy. Loss our only comfort.
How can loss even be a comfort? I don’t understand the logic, but I have been the one to jog drinking in fountains full of loss. I have been the one who has dug the cisterns of loss juice and tried to hydrate on anger, rejection, sin. I have lived the fountains. None of them took care of the thirst.
I absolutely love Psalm 87:7. Speak it aloud as you read it. “As they make music they will sing, ‘All my fountains are in you.’” How beautiful. Lord, all my fountains are in you! What I fear we miss is that the deeper our thirst for Christ and the more we allow him to quench it, the more fountains we find springing up. And soon the Living Water that was rather bland in the beginning to our taste buds is sweeter than any milkshake could ever be. Soon, we serve only one. Soon - all of our fountains are in one place.
And oh how His streams affect our lives. Dry bones rise up and live. Broken hearts begin to mend. Lost dreams are found. Shattered hopes become restored. Our thirst is quenched…and we soon find ourselves jogging just to get to the fountain. We soon find ourselves exercising just to be rejuvenated. We find ourselves being emptied but not worrying about never being full. Yes, Lord Jesus. All of our fountains, every last one is in you.
No fruit punch add-on’s for us. We want the real deal and nothing less!
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