Living Water by Jacob Galura
A couple months ago when we were driving down to Baja for the Cold Water Campout, we loaded up early morning and started the drive as a big convoy of cars all following David’s RV from Carlsbad. We had just made it back from Central America in the RV and were confident she could make the trip to Baja no problem. We stopped for gas in Ensenada and picked up a couple more cars in the pack and started back on the road. About 30 minutes out from camp the whole line of cars stopped in the sketchiest possible place on a two lane road with truckers flying by. The RV had died, we couldn’t figure out what happened so we unhitched the trailer and sent the rest of the cars on to camp. As the RV crew was checking things out, it was discovered that the gas tank was completely empty. Nobody could understand after we had just filled up an hour earlier. Turns out the gas station pulled a fast one and made it look like they filled the tank and charged us. Thankfully someone had extra gas so the RV made it to camp.
I’ve been thinking about how sometimes I think my tank is full only to find out I’m completely out of gas. Last week was one of those times. Between a combo of overextending myself between too many things and not spending enough alone time with the Lord, my spiritual tank hit empty and it started to show up in ugly ways. It hit me that if your not diligent in ensuring you refill your spiritual tank, it’s pretty easy to think you’re still good. Just like it was easy to think the gas station filled the RV instead of watching and making sure the gas was really flowing into the tank.
How’s your tank, if you really checked where would you be? Do you have people that help remind you to fill back up? After all, sometimes your gas gauge might be broken.
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.” - Psalm 23:1-3