I go to the water
The water comes to me
(c) 2014 Jay Cookingham
When I need a Sabbath, I try to go to the water and today I am down by the Hudson River.
I need rest for a weary soul.
So I steal a few hours from a schedule thick of life, responsibilities and things to do. I drink in the power of the river and I ponder the Psalms...
He opened the rock, and water gushed out; it flowed through the desert like a river. Psalm 105:41Restless like the river, I move to a few secluded spots I know, hoping to find the one that fits. I do and silence fills the gaps with peace. Then I notice my thirst.
You can can get a little dry when you pour out so much but the truth is that often it is our choices that make ourselves arid and parched.
So I pray...
Father...open the rock that is my heart and flood the desert with your life giving water. Drench me, saturate me and leave me wet with your presence. This and this alone bring me back to life... and I thank you for your current of love that flows through my heart.