“Sometimes I put off or just forget to drink water. I get to lunch time after a few cups of tea and a coffee or two, and I have a headache. ‘Why?’ I ask myself. And then I remember: ‘Water, that’s it, I need water!’ Unlike anything else that I might grab in a weak or distracted moment—another coffee, a coke or a coffee frappe through the Golden Arches drive-through (true confessions here)—water never disappoints. Nothing replenishes and refreshes like water. Water is good, it always works; it never fails. From the womb to the tomb: I need water, to survive and to thrive.
Sometimes I put off or just don’t think to read the Bible. I ‘get busy’ and the worries of the world creep in. The daily challenges of ‘getting things done’ loom larger than they should do, and the everyday sacrifices involved in loving people close to me, and neighbors I meet along the way, begin to weigh me down. Sometimes I will try to distract myself, spending too much time discovering that there is nothing I want to watch on the entire inter-web. Paralysed by choice, of course, I cannot choose—which can take an hour of lost time to work out.”