As the deer pants for streams of water,so my soul pants for you, O God.2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.When can I go and meet with God?3 My tears have been my foodday and night,while men say to me all day long,"Where is your God?"4 These things I rememberas I pour out my soul:how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God,with shouts of joy and thanksgivingamong the festive throng.5 Why are you downcast, O my soul?Why so disturbed within me?Put your hope in God,for I will yet praise him,my Savior and 6 my God.My [c] soul is downcast within me;therefore I will remember youfrom the land of the Jordan,the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.7 Deep calls to deepin the roar of your waterfalls;all your waves and breakershave swept over me.8 By day the LORD directs his love,at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life.9 I say to God my Rock,"Why have you forgotten me?Why must I go about mourning,oppressed by the enemy?"10 My bones suffer mortal agonyas my foes taunt me,saying to me all day long"Where is your God?"11 Why are you downcast, O my soul?Why so disturbed within me?Put your hope in God,for I will yet praise him,my Savior and my God.
I did a new work out today, spinning. Not such a good idea when I'm sick but I went for it anyway. I loved it, but I've never sweat so much on a bike before. I totally came unprepared too, sickness, no water, no towel. But I survived which is all that matters. While I was spinning away, dying for thirst, I realized so much. My need for Jesus, or anyone's need really, is usually referred to as our soul's thirst. My thirst is quenched when my relationship is right. While I was spinning, I was thinking, I am so thirsty. How much better would this work out be if I had a cup of ice cold water? My mouth was dry, and I felt the only way to get up those "hills" were to just take a sip. I began wishing my thirst was more tangible for Christ. When I am not spending quality time with my relationship in Him, I wish I felt more fatigued.Sure, my life is probably experiencing havoc and restlessness, but I usually don't realize why it is.
It's funny how God speaks to me in the strangest moments. In the middle of spinning class, loud music and people all around, all I heard was the sweet whisper of Him. "Drink."
I need to remember this thought and feeling.
Drink His love. Daily. Not when I'm having a bad day or dwelling. But drink in all that I do.