Following up on last week’s post on drinking from polluted pot holes, I came across ‘The Only One’ by Jimmy Needham, which captures everything I was feeling:
I’ve drank water from sewers and gutters,
Too shameful to utter.
But You’re not like the others.
So if You’re the bread then fill me up.
If You’re the water fill my cup.
‘Til lesser loves are washed out to sea.
Why can’t I see You’re the only one?
You’re the only one,
Father, Spirit, Son,
Who satisfies me.
Sometimes it’s almost shameful to admit the different ambitious dreams we’ve been secretly (or not-so-secretly) pursuing. It’s shameful because we think we should know better by now that these things don’t satisfy. However, each time these desires for something other than God shifts (such as focusing on career to focusing on relationships), we forget the lesson we learned and think it’ll be “different this time.” Drinking from different polluted pot holes does not make them any less polluted just because it’s different. God is so holy that even a tinge of any essence that is not Him makes the entire source of water polluted. Continue reading “The Heart’s Mind | No. 14”