"God—you’re my God!
I can’t get enough of you!
I’ve worked up such hunger and thirst for God,
traveling across dry and weary deserts.So here I am in the place of worship, eyes open,
In your generous love I am really living at last!
My lips brim praises like fountains.
I bless you every time I take a breath;
My arms wave like banners of praise to you. (Psalm 63:1-4)
Because you’ve always stood up for me,
I’m free to run and play.
I hold on to you for dear life,
and you hold me steady as a post." (Psalm 63:7,8)
The water was full of those made in His image.
The little boy made his way about the waters on his own. Splashing whomever happened to be in his way. Running through the water falls and squealing with delight, as he came through the other side completely soaked. His mom soon joined in. Not caring at all what she looked like to others. They were in their own little world – delighting in it.
Four little sisters ran from one end to the other, until the youngest was completely soaked. When they came over to their mom, who was sitting right beside me, excitement in the soaked one quickly fizzled out. Her mom was harshly reprimanding her for “not thinking long term” and getting soaked. She would have to ride in the car like that. I wanted so badly to say, “pick your battles. Your child will most likely remember getting “shoulded”, instead of the giggles, screams, and laughter the four of them had – getting soaked”. I kept my mouth shut and prayed.