Saturday, August 27, 2011
take my shoes off
There's no water in this land and every gasping breath makes my mouth drier. My heart is tired of traveling, of trying to mend ripped relationships, of trying to see beneath or beyond.
But I've arrived here at this moment, to drink this refreshing water while You tenderly wash my aching feet. I want to go with grace to thirsty travelers, to love my enemies deeply, to carry the commission.
O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. Psalm 63:1