I was so thirsty...

I didn't drink water from midnight the day of surgery(April)until the middle of July. There are reasons for this: at first I was in a coma, I had a tracheostomy and feeding tube, and even when I started relearning how to eat ,regular liquids were the last to be learned. I had dreams about ice water even when I was unaware of what was going on. This evidences my mind's thirst and how badly I wanted a drink. As I got stronger in rehab I would try to cheat my way to a cup of watering I especially would try to get water from the occupational therapist interns one of my favorite tactics waste ask for a small cup after brushing my teeth. I mean who would refuse water for that? Some gave me water some didn't...I I was very good about getting what I wanted much to my chagrin. In the shower(remember I was never alone), I would try to sneak a few mouthfuls. The difficulty lay in my ability to physically swallow(to this day I have to use a straw to drink). At first I didn't really believe that I had any problems drinking, then to my horror I discovered that indeed I did. That discovery diminished my desire to "cheat". I have been thinking of God's living water. He promises that we will never thirst again. I don't know about you but that means something to me! I tended to forget or ignor God's provision for me when it was abundant, plentiful, and easily obtained. I never want to ignore any provision God has for me again. As an aside, I also have the assurance that Gods provision is perfect and for it I am ready.