Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Isaiah 41:17-18

When the poor and needy seek water,

   and there is none,
   and their tongue is parched with thirst,
I the Lord will answer them,
   I the God of Israel will not forsake them. 
I will open rivers on the bare heights,
   and fountains in the midst of the valleys;
I will make the wilderness a pool of water,
   and the dry land springs of water. 

Water life

I find my way back here again where water so often flows, hoping that the River of Love you are may awaken within … and a trickle may become a fountain … and a fountain a flowing stream. Only then am I truly alive; only then am I truly myself.

So, I come here to speak and listen through these faulty fingers that hit more wrong keys than right. It’s a fitting metaphor of this life where I miss the mark as often as not.

I get lost in the anxious details of living, gripped by longings I cannot still, aching to feel fully alive and free. And I am dry, thirsty to feel and know you in my deepest heart.

That’s why I am here, praying with these fingers, searching for words with just the right sound and rhythm that will awaken the flow of Love that you are in the depth of this soul. For I want nothing more than to feel one with you, the One I most need.

Millions before me thirsted for you and thirst now to be cooled in the deserts of living by gentle waters that still the heart.

I will not curse this desert of soul where thirst is all I know of you. For thirst gives rise to desire and desire to seeking and crying out to know your nearness. And it is in the crying out that I feel and know you.

My cry is more than matched by your ache for me. Could it be that you are as thirsty for me as I am for you? I believe it is true.

You are not content until I drink from the endless flow of Love that never runs dry, sitting still to hear the flow of living water from the deep pool of your soul.

You are a bottomless sea of Love, Holy One. And I? My soul is a pool of Love, replenished from your endless source each time I come here to sit with you.

Pr. David L. Miller

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