“A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep draughts of God. I’m thirsty for God-alive.” Psalm 42.1
The squash games did not go exceptionally well. The emotions were right, spirit willing, but my calf muscle had other ideas. The first pop I ignored and played on. The burning sensation motivating me to raise my game. The second pop crippled me. After a rest, I assumed I was finished for the night, however an invitation from my prime rival drew me back. Hobbling, I gave it my best. Even as I was losing, I put everything into each point.
Heading for the sauna, I sought a haven of heat to soothe the aches and pains. The sounds of the showers filtered through.
“He is sure competitive. No kidding, I thought he would never quiet. He never gives up! Is he ever willing to lose?”
How thirsty are you for God? How thirsty am I? Does it drive our actions to the point where we go way beyond the point of exhaustion?
A telephone call with a friend yesterday reminded me of three things. How much I miss being around him. How positive his presence is in my life. How thirsty I am for God.
I know I miss him by how much I enjoy the conversations and how much better I feel for them. The impact of his thoughts, observations, and comments about life continue to ring long after the call ends. The outcome of spending time is that my thirst for God’s presence in my life grows stronger.
I sense that we share a thirst to know God. This thirst binds our friendship and strengthens it. I believe God defines our purpose by what he did, does, and continues to do. I believe we share a need to know, understand, and experience a God relationship. Our recognition of this desire can vary, however it is always there.
We have opportunities to respond to that love. When we do, we realize the best life offers. When we do not, we are miserable.