Are You A Hoarder?

Are You a Hoarder?

Rick stared down at the parched ground as he plodded along. The soil was crying out for water as revealed by the deep, jagged cracks in the earth. He ran his tongue around his own dry lips and wondered how much longer he could go on without a drop to quench his thirst.   His poor old horse plodded at his side almost too weary to put one foot in front of the another, and certainly too lame to be straddled. There was not a trace of the errant cattle he had been searching for. Should he go back or should he go forward. Either way seemed a dismal prospect. Surely some rustler must have rounded the cows up by now and stamped them with his own brand.

                Rick kept trudging until he reached a fair sized boulder. Here he sat down to remove his bandana and wipe the sweat off his brow and neck. My goodness that noonday sun was beating down hard. He unhooked his flask from off his belt and tipped it to his lips. Not a single drop of water soothed his throat that was sore from all that dust.

                But then his red rimmed eyes caught sight of something. What was that?  A coyote or fox. Naw, it was too thin for that. He got up and walked closer, peering through the dusty haze. Why it looked for all the world like a pump. Surely his eyes must be playing tricks on him. A pump? A pump way out here in the middle of nowhere How can that be? He started running, panting, in the heavy heat. It was a pump. But look! Now what is this? A baking powder can? Well, what in the world. It was hard work, but he man
Hmm gotta prime the pump before I can have me a drink: says something about a jar of water neath a rock somewhere. Ah, here it is. Beautiful! Just beautiful. Never knew plain old water could look so pretty like. He looked from the pump to the jar in his weathered hands then back again. It says I gotta prime the pump with it. But what if there ain’t no water in that dry rusty looking pump then I’d be really be in a pickle. But if I’d guzzle it down quick like then it would be gone and I for sure couldn’t get no more.

aged to pry off the lid and lo and behold a note was revealed. It warmed Rick’s heart to have some sort of contact with another human being this far from nowhere and he reached for it eagerly.

                What about you: are you sitting there, looking at your own jug of Living Water; an inspiration from the Father, perhaps, or maybe clear direction. Are you also tempted to guzzle it down or are you going to pour it into the pump of Faith and pump mightily until the Living Water gushes out in a refreshing stream all around you. Don’t horde your little touches from God, afraid you won’t get any more, but share them generously, I didn’t say preachily, and let your inspirations refresh a thirsty world. Rick did, and oh was he blessed!