The Jenny Bean

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 food

day and night,

while men say to me all day long,

"Where is your God?"

4 These things I remember

as 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 thanksgiving

among 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 you

from the land of the Jordan,

the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.

7 Deep calls to deep

in the roar of your waterfalls;

all your waves and breakers

have 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 agony

as 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.