My Soul Thirsts
As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while men say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
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.
I learned to ride a bicycle when I was 5 years old, on my sister’s bike. When Christmas came, later that year, I wanted a bike of my own. I hated riding a “girl’s” bike around the neighborhood. The bike I wanted was a 3 speed Schwinn, red and black, with hand brakes. It was my dream bike. When we were downtown, I would linger outside the window at Sears and stare at the bikes. When I visited Santa, the one thing I asked him to bring, was that red and black, 3 speed Schwinn!
When Christmas came, there was a bike waiting for me. It was not a 3 speed Schwinn. It was red and black. It was a let down, for a while. But, then, I realized it was mine, it was a “boy’s” bike, and I rode it all around the neighborhood.
When we thirst for God. He does not leave us thirsting. He never gives us second-best! When we long for him, he gives us his very presence, he meets us right where we are!Tags: Bob, Church Blog, Pastor Bob, Pastors Blog