As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When may I come to see God’s face? My tears are my food day and night. People ask me all day long, “Where is your God?” I will remember these things as I pour out my soul: how I used to walk with the crowd and lead it in a procession to God’s house. I sang songs of joy and thanksgiving… Why are you discouraged, my soul? Why are you so restless?Put your hope in God, because I will still praise him. He is my savior and my God. (Psalm 42:1-5 GWT)

We long for things that cannot satisfy. We hope for what will not come to pass. Why? Return to Him for your soul’s sake. ©tkbeyonddevo2012