An offering from Nancy: I stretch out my hands to you

Psalm 143: 6

I stretch out my hands to you;

my soul thirsts for you like a parched land.image004

In times of trial, when I’ve reached the end of my own capabilities, it’s easy to stretch out my hands.  Then I know myself to be a parched land.  When I have things “under control,” it doesn’t often occur to me to me that I am thirsting for God, even when I receive no satisfaction from my accomplishments.  It’s easy to ignore the dryness of my soul.

I want my life to be God-centered before the point of my desperation, but I often stay mired in familiar patterns of self-sufficiency.  Still, I yearn for the constant awareness of my deepest need.

For what do I stretch out my hands?

Sometimes I long for living water.

Sometimes I long for the longing.

 

(c) 2015 Nancy Jagmin

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