Breakfast. Some eat it and
some don't. I fall into the first category, believing that the day’s first meal
is important. My husband, on the other hand, falls into the second. He doesn't
like to eat first thing in the morning but would rather wait until lunchtime
for his first meal. It's a personal preference and I don't fault him for
wanting to wait while I prefer to eat something within the first hour of
waking. We have our routines. But when my routine gets disrupted, I'm not a
happy camper.
I was slated for medical testing
this morning. The doctor's office said I couldn't have anything to eat or drink
after midnight. Since I don't stay up that late, my last sip of water was when
I brushed my teeth, right before bed. I figured I could go without food for a
while. I've fasted many times before but knew the water was going to be hard to
do without. I've been dealing with a dry mouth and blocked salivary glands for
months now and it's been a real challenge.
So, I got up this morning and
instantly realized I couldn't drink a cool glass of water like I wanted to
because it would interfere with the test and I wasn't going to be able to have
breakfast either. Rats! My mouth was so dry. I not only wanted a drink, but I
also needed one! But since I couldn't afford to screw up the test by breaking
the rules, I did everything I could think of to distract myself until time to
go. I read my Bible and prayed. I checked my emails. I perused Facebook. I
looked at the clock and waited.
Finally, when the time to go came,
my husband drove me to the hospital. We got checked in and sat in the waiting
room. I watched the people that came and went while we waited. All were masked,
a hospital requirement, but I could see their eyes and most of them looked
concerned. None of us wanted to be there.
Shortly after 9:00 AM, I was called
back. The radiologist had asked if I liked applesauce and I said yes. He took a
tube of radioactive liquid and injected it into the applesauce then told me to
eat it. He said I wouldn't taste it so not to worry.
The first bite I took was amazing.
The cool, wetness of the applesauce tantalized my tongue. I wanted to eat a
gallon of it! I was so hungry and so thirsty, mostly thirsty. After a couple of
spoonfuls, he stopped me and asked me to lie on the table beneath the scanning
machine. I won't lie. I was miffed. I wanted to finish my little lunch-sized
container of applesauce. Poo! Instead, I did as I was told and climbed up onto
the bed/table beneath the scanner and waited to be slowly inserted into the
machine.
There was a video screen just above
and to the right of my head. I could see the image as the scanner moved over my
stomach. There, in my esophagus, was a brightly illuminated area - the
radioactive applesauce. After the image was captured, I was slipped out from
under the scanner and told to wait in the waiting room for 90 minutes. At
precisely 10:30, the radiologist said he'd come back and get me for another
scan.
Sitting in the waiting room, my
mouth felt so dry. Those 2 bites of applesauce haven’t helped quench my thirst.
Across the room was a water fountain. Oh, how I wanted to go take a long,
luxurious gulp but I knew I couldn't. I'd asked the radiologist, after the
scan, if I could have a drink of water. He'd said, "No, will alter the
test results, and we don't want that." No, we didn't want that.
As time ticked on, I became more and
more aware of my thirst. My mouth felt like the Sahara Desert. My salivary
gland on the left side wasn't working and hadn't been for months. Normally, I'd
have been able to use the Biotene moisturizing mouthwash and lozenges the ENT
had prescribed to help with the situation, but not so today. It was a wretched
feeling to be thirsty and not be able to drink. That's when I thought of the
thousands of people in Turkey and Syria. As I was feeling sorry for myself, I
thought, "My situation is temporary. I'll be able to get a big glass of
water right after this stuff is over, but they won't."
We got home and I had the biggest,
longest drink of water I think I've ever had in my life. As I was enjoying it,
Phil flipped on the TV. A news report said Turkey’s and Syria’s death toll has
risen to 11,000. My heart dropped. I watched as images of rubble and
devastation were displayed. The camera scanned the area revealing hundreds of
homeless people lifting debris in hopes of finding survivors. All I could think
was how cold and tired and hungry they must be, but more than that, how very
thirsty they must be.
Where would they get water? And how
many days would they go without it? Would they resort to drinking from puddles
or creeks if they could find one? Would aid workers to come with trucks full of
bottled water?
We need water to survive. Every
single day we need water. Water is life. Without it, one can only survive about
3 days although there have been instances where people have survived longer
periods. Our bodies crave water to regulate our temperature and feed our
cells.
We take access to clean water for
granted. So many don't have that right. I pray, the next time you bring a cup
to your lips before you even take one sip, you'll thank God for the gift of
clean water and think about all those who are longing for refreshment.
Can you imagine going for days and
days without water? I can't. Fourteen hours without water just about did me in.
Worse than going without physical water for me would be going without living
water. Though my physical body will thirst again and again, my spirit is always
quenched with the living water Christ provides.
John 7: 37-39 says, "Let anyone
who is thirsty come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has
said, rivers of living water will flow from within them." Living water? In
this passage, Jesus was referring to the Holy Spirit whom His followers had yet
to receive but would shortly after He had been glorified.
The well of Living Water never runs dry because it's fed by
God. Our wells, rivers, lakes, and streams can dry up if conditions aren't
right. One gives temporary refreshment while the other gives eternal
refreshment. Which would you rather have? I'd rather have the one I know will
never run out! What about you?