Longing
"As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God. I thirst for God, the living God. When can I go and stand before him?" Psalm 42:1-2 As the sun continued to bear down on us, the bales of hay began to feel heavier and heavier. The end of the field seemed to drift further out of view with the stacking of each row on the wagon. Sweat poured out of us as if an internal pipe had broke. We were all way beyond thirsty. Once the last few bales landed in place, we all turned our attention to the red spigot near the barn. Connected to a deep well, this spigot brought forth what to us seemed like the purest, coldest, and most refreshing water in the world. It was healing to both body and soul. The author of our psalm for the day was desperately thirsty as well. Not for water. He was thirsty for God. Circumstances within and without had left him in a place of longing. It wasn't the way it was before. His people were not only tragically turning from G...