O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in your sanctuary and gazed upon your power and glory. Your unfailing love is better than life itself; how I praise you! I will praise you as long as I live, lifting up my hands to you in prayer. You satisfy me more than the richest feast. I will praise you with songs of joy.
Last night we spoke about having a yearning, a longing, an angst for Christ.
There is nothing that beats that angst, that longing and that understanding that NO MATTER how long we live on this earth, that there is always more. MORE. #more. More!
More chances to say "I'm sorry."
More times to be humble.
More times to pray and cry out to God for HELP, because DANG MAN, we all need it. I need HELP to understand these times.
So let's rejoice in the MORE, in the opportunity, in the never ending path that points straight as an arrow toward HIM.
More chances to practice "Fishy Tale" which is extremely dramatic, stickers adorned, requires two count holds and is played multiple times a day in our house.