Psalm 42

As a deer longs for flowing streams,
so I long for you, God.
I thirst for God, the living God.

Some days.

Sometimes.

It just feels like God’s presence is far away.

I long for it – like a deer looking for a bit of water on a hot, dusty day.

How may I quench this thirst for the presence of the living God in my life? For the stirring of the Holy Spirit, reviving me again?

I know – this dry space is a place of my own making. I marched confidently off into this desert, thinking, “I have plenty of God, enough resources, all I’ll ever need.”

But I find I don’t. I don’t have nearly enough.

I want God’s living water poured out over me, streaming into my desert.

Lord, my hope is in you.

My Savior. My God.

Note: The above illustration, inspired by this Psalm, v. 7 is where I’ve temporarily halted waterfall illustrations. Although I started another one . . . I may never be satisified with this image. I have something in my mind that I want to convey, just can’t seem to get it to come out right. I’ll keep trying. If I ever get a waterfall that makes me smile – I’ll share it. Meanwhile, “deep calls to deep . . .”