Friday, August 30, 2013

Thirsty Ground

Here we are again - at this great body of water where I once learned how to truly live.

And I was excited to be coming back...

But the drought is over now and the rocky shore where I tasted wonder is submerged under feet of water.

And a small part of me is angry at the rain that covers my holy ground.

But I need the rain. And it wouldn't be the first time I refused to embrace the very thing I need most.

My feet dangle from the edge of the dock - my makeshift shoreline - and the surface of the deep blue-green rises and falls beneath me.

The sounds of wind chimes and water lapping against boats soothe the inner chaos.

But the sounds and the coolness of the water against my skin cannot quench the thirst in my soul.

Cause I am forever tasting other water and it only leaves me more empty than I was before.

"My soul thirsts...when can I go and meet with God?" Psalm 42:2

I remember that night - that twilight symphony on the porch as the others slept. Me, far too restless, troubled.

My heart cried with the cicadas.

One lone cicada's song rose with a mournful crescendo and I joined in silent harmony.

Together we serenaded the Creator.

He smiled.

And I remembered why I'm here.

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge." Psalm 19:2

"Be still and know that I am God....I will be exalted in the earth." Psalm 46:10

"And I - in righteousness will see Your face; when I awake, I will be satisfied with seeing your likeness." Psalm 17:15


  1. Well, I posted a comment. From my phone. And it didn't post. :P

    What I said, was your posts are always sooo beautiful!!! I love reading them, darling!!! I love you sooo much!