Deep to Deep

Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls, 
all your waves and breakers have swept me over. 
Psalm 42:7

The fear can’t stand the open spaces. 

It lurks and jumps and curls. Fear loves the dark spaces, the covered and hidden caves in our hearts. Fear loves to hide and thrives in the damp. Fear can’t stand the Light. 
Fear knows it’s place. We are the ones who forget. The demons know. We forget. 
We forget that we worship the Light. We forget that we worship the Creator. In our specific, everyday fears, we need to remember. He is always good, He is always faithful, He always IS. 
Yet, I’ve been scared to draw near. We are told “Draw near, and He will draw near to you.” Yet, I’ve feared drawing near and being left. I’ve feared falling on my face and having His hands no where to be found. I’ve feared casting my cares and hearing them bounce on hollow ground. I’ve feared crying out and not hearing a reply. I’ve feared. 
I finally drew. His mercy drew me in. I could not find rest anywhere. 
I was so thirsty. My soul “panted” and I came. 
I drew to the water with a hesitant and scared heart, but as soon as I spoke the Light overwhelmed my being. As soon as I admitted that I needed Him more than anything these hands could hold, make, or cup; He lifted my head. 
Oh, He is faithful from generation to generation. His kindness and mercy never run dry. His heart is full of compassion and His back invites our burdens. He loves us. He loves the creatures He formed.
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirst for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
Psalm 42:1

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