September 19, 2005 at 7:27 am (Desiring)
Psalm 42:1 says: As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
I read this last night and I wrote, “that is what I want, I want my soul to pant for you, God!” and God said, “It does. Your soul is thirsty for me. It always has been. It always will be. I am the only thing that will satisfy your thirst. Do you not know that you are thirsty? You are dry and parched, nearly dehydrated but are not even aware. Even when you know, you try to quench your thirst with other things. But those will never satisfy you. Your soul pants for me.”
I cannot wait until I am near soul death with dehydration before I drink deeply from the Lord. I must daily take my refreshment from Him, that living water that nourishes my soul. The body can only go a few days without water before it shuts down and dies. My soul can only go for a little while without renewing itself in the Lord. I know this. Yet, I wonder at the desert that I am in … it is a desert of my own doing. I haven’t drank deeply from the Lord, from His word, from His presence.
Yes, Lord. My soul pants for you. You are my living water. Rain down on me new grace and mercies and I will bless your name, forever.
Immersed in the Mystery,
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September 19, 2005 at 7:24 am (Living)
Why oh why did I believe that just two of my children would get the stomach flu? Why oh why did I think I would get off that easy?!?!?!?! Of course not! While I was sitting here, typing a comment to Belinda, I heard a strangely familiar sound … couldn’t quite get my mind to register what it was … oh yes … OH NO!!!! Drew is leaning over the bed, spewing all over the lego and toy covered carpet (don’t even get me started on the stuff that wasn’t put away in that room today … needless to say it is all in the trashcan now!)
I hate carpet. I HATE carpet. I would rather have concrete floors than carpet. At least, I would feel like I could clean up after a mess like tonight. That carpet is never going to be clean, it is soaked down to the pad. This carpet is old and has been throw up on, spilled on, peed on, stomped on for over eleven years. This is going to have to be a priority … and I will not replace it with carpet.
As I am finishing this up … Stephen is groaning with a stomach ache … and I have a steady mantra … Please try to make it to the bathroom. Please try to make it to the bathroom.
Ok, off to try an nurture the sick.
Immersed in the Mystery,
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