Dust

Living in Madagascar, one of the things you quickly have to adjust to is the amount of dust in the air. Known as the Red Island, the dust is very much a part of our lives here, particularly during the dry season. I am amazed at how often the furniture needs dusting! Even now, when our windows remain closed because of the cool temperatures, the dust still manages to find its way into our home.


This morning as I sat here looking at the dust on my desk, I begin to wonder if this has a spiritual application as well? If we are not careful, do we allow the dust of the world, the dust of LIFE, to clutter our lives? How often do we come in and dust off the furniture of our heart? How often do we allow the rain of the Spirit to refresh the dry, parched soil of our heart -- thus minimizing the dust?

I'm reminded of the words of the song:
We thirst for you,
We search for you,
In a dry and barren land,
We're longing for your hand
to guide us to a place where you
can cleanse us with your rain...
baptize us once again
We thirst for you!