Psalm 143: 6
I stretch out my hands to you;
my soul thirsts for you like a parched land.
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
