A series of biblical readings and prayers from David L. Miller, senior pastor of St. Timothy Lutheran Church, Naperville, IL. David is the former editor of The Lutheran magazine and Director of Spiritual Formation at the Lutheran School of Theology at Chicago.
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
O God, you are my God, I seek
my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
It is not water for which I pray, O Lord. It is for you.
You are the water of life, the freshening coolness I crave when
the way is unclear, when my efforts teeter at the edge of failure and the
goodness I would grasp slips through my fingers.
You are the comfort that moistens my withered heart and makes
it large again. You make rivers of hope spring up in me, so that my heart
expands and I know all is well, and everything will find its place.
Your gentle love quenches my parched heart, worried and
wasted by fear and doubt, by the melancholy and pessimism that comes so easily
You come with living water that cools my fevered mind and saves
my heart from death. You wash away the sadness of this dry soul, restoring that
smile of joy and anticipation, the smile of knowing that love abides and always
You lift my heart from gloomy despondence into lightness of
being so that I rise into my better self, a soul of grace and joy as I know you
in my depths.
There are moments I want to disappear. My heart gets so lost
in sadness and disappointment. I despair of happiness and wonder if I have or
can give anything of value.
I thirst, O Lord, for this confused heart to be known and to
know the joy of communion with other souls who know and love you.
You find me each time my soul withers. You tilt back my head
and pour waters of life and joy, hope and peace, love and lightness from your
inexhaustible heart into my own, and I live once more.
Until the next time thirst chokes life from my heart. And it
always does, sooner or later.
Still, I will not despair but live. I will not grow weary or
faint. I will not sink beneath my sadness. I walk with joy into each new day knowing
the cooling freshness of your love will find me each time I get lost.
Music of your gentle heart will reach my ear, beauty will
appear before my tired eyes, smiles will shine on this heart of mine, and I
will drink from that stream of life and love that never runs dry.
I will taste the wonder of your love that has always found
me through the years, and with a full heart I will sing with joy, thanking you
finding me … once more