Thirsty for you

Psa 42:1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
Psa 42:2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

A dear, hot and thirsty for water.
Thirsty for God.
O Father,
Make me thirsty for you. Make that the focus of my life.
A deer that is really hot and thirsty is totally focused. That is all it can think about, water. Where is the water, gotta get to the water. Everything else is ignored, even food becomes secondary.

Papa Father,
Help me to know how much I need you, how thirsty I am, how helpless I am without you. I am so hard hearted and blind to my need. Sometimes I know my need but feel lost and too ashamed to reach out.
I still come back to the metaphor of you holding onto me and my holding onto you. My arms wrapped tight around your neck, face buried in your sweet smelling hair. You’re strong and protective arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight and safe. That is what I always see, when I long for you.
You put me down immediately when I struggle to get out of your arms. But You are always there when I want to come back. In fact, you go with me, even though I may not be with you. You are always there waiting for me to run back into your arms.
O Papa Father, help me to learn to want to stay within the circle of your protection and care. Bind my heart to yours with your chords of love.