My soul is thirsty, thirsty for the living God to fill my heart and life with hope every hour. Every day. Moment by moment.
As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God.
I thirst for God, the living God. (Psalms 42:1,2 nlt)
As I quickly lose focus and perspective when trials come my way, I’m drawn back to hoping in the Lord just as the psalmist cries out,
Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God—soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God. (psalms 42:5 msg)
The only way I can find hope in God and praise His name in every season that comes my way, is to be planted by the streams of living water. It is here, near the streams where my confidence in my savior brings forth more hope in my life.
but his delight is in the law[a] of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. (Psalm 1:2-3 )
Like a deer pants for streams of water, so I thirst for the living WORD of God. The God who roots me near the streams and guards my life against the damages of drought.
I hope. I trust. I place my confidence in the living God. Where blessings of fruit still produce in the dry desert of trials and hardships.
The more we trust the more hope and confidence we find in who He says He is.
(7) Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. (8) He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit. (Jeremiah 17:7-9)
In verse 17:7 we find 2 different Hebrew words for our English word trust. The first trust, a verb, in the Hebrew Batach. We TRUST in WHAT HE’S DONE. The second trust, a noun, in the Hebrew Mibtach. We TRUST in WHO HE IS.
We find peace planted by the streams.
I place my life by living water where roots spread out anchoring my soul. As I live in these years of drought, I chose to hope in a God who promises blessings and strength by trusting in Him, the Rock of my hope.
I dare to hope in this dry land and be just like Joseph, a fruitful vine near a spring. (Gen. 49:22-24)
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