O God, you are my God, and I long for you. My whole being desires you; like a dry, worn-out, and waterless land, my soul is thirsty for you. Let me see you in the sanctuary; let me see how mighty and glorious you are. Your constant love is better than life itself, and so I will praise you. I will give you thanks as long as I live; I will raise my hands to you in prayer. My soul will feast and be satisfied, and I will sing glad songs of praise to you. Psalm 63:1-5

This morning I wrote a similar song as I journaled my thoughts to the King. I believe that this is why God had such close relationship with David, calling him ‘the apple of His eye’. It’s the love songs, the pouring out of ones heart to someone, that creates strong bonds of relationship.

Think of your closest friend who has seen you at your worst and best. The exchange of deepest dreams, the look of love, the understanding glance. If you’ve been friends for years, you just ‘know’ when something’s wrong, when their heart is heavy, when they just need a friend.

Well, that’s who God longs to be to us, but unless we trust to share our deepest wounds and our greatest joys with Him, we will never develop that ‘knowing’ trust I’m talking about. With each other, that kind of relationship can take a long time to develop, but with God, it takes a moment.

Start in the Psalms and read it out loud to the Lord just as David spoke the words long ago.  Make them your own hearts cry. Weep before Him. Close your eyes and picture Him wrapping you in His arms of love. Now rest in that place and know that His love for you is constant, never changing, always present, even when you don’t ‘feel’ He’s there.

“For He, God Himself has said, I will not in any way fail you nor give you up nor leave you without support. I will not, I will not, I will not in any degree leave you helpless nor forsake nor let you down relax My hold on you! Assuredly not!” Hebrews 13:5b Amp.

There is nothing to get you through your day like an encounter with God. Relax! He’s got this!

Until Tomorrow,

Sandy G