All I ask of the Lord – that which I yearn for – is to live in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, delighting in the perfection of the Lord and meditating inside His temple. -Psalm 27:4

My heart heard you say, “Come and talk with me.” And my heart responded, “Here I come Lord.” -Psalm 27:8

“That man is perfect in faith who can come to God in the utter dearth of his feelings and desires, without a glow or an aspiration, with the weight of low thoughts, failures, neglects, and wandering forgetfulness, and say to Him, ‘Thou art my refuge.’” -George M.

This morning I stood out in this wild SD wind watching the waves of a nearby water crash against the edge. Nature roared. I couldn’t hear any man made sound over the wind and waves and reeds. I was reminded of my smallness and yearned for His fullness – hoping it would blow through me, wiping out the remnants of ‘me’ so that I could sit in contentment, in Him. My heart cried out, “Here I come Lord!” 

Lord, keep me from wandering. I don’t want to wander anymore. Amen.