I don’t know how I’m going to do this.
Whenever I think there’s the possibility of understanding something, the concept itself is swept away in a big, tumbling river of doubt. Whenever there might be something solid to grab onto, it disappears at the last moment, and I’m left with an outstretched arm and less hope. One after another, the fortresses I’ve built crumble. Solid becomes liquid. Liquid becomes vapor. And now, I have nothing left to hide behind.
So come on in, God! Fill me up again! I’ve been thirsty and breathless and gasping and hopeless and empty and restless and now I need You to come back into my heart and show me how to live again.
I dive into Your Word, and my Faith is renewed. I praise Your name to the skies, and Hope returns. I lift up my eyes to the hills, where Your help and peace and Love rest, and the reason I’m living comes back into focus, clear and bright and waiting.
I will climb those hills, and touch Your face. I will run towards Your Love, and not grow weary. And when I reach You again, I will collapse into Your arms, and be assured, once again, that You hold me forever.
“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.”
Psalm 42:1
Thank You, Lord God.
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