I have been walking around my home feeling... odd. Am I depressed? Is it the pregnancy? What is wrong with me?
I could not put my finger on it until just now. I've been empty. Empty.
In His gracious way, the Lord led me to Isaiah 55.
"Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters.... Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and your soul will delight in the richest of fare."
As I read this, my soul cried out. I prayed, "God, meet me where I'm at! Please, can you come to me in my home? With my sleeping children and son playing in the next room? Who am I that you could come to me..." and then my mind was filled with the image of drinking ice cold water on a hot day. The sensation of fresh water hitting my mouth, filling it and racing down my throat. I can feel it all the way to my stomach sometimes as it cools my insides.
This is how the Father wants to come to us. But we have to pause and drink in His presence. It is hard to pause in the middle of life. A quiet moment in my house is rare unless all the small ones are sleeping. And even then... The pause to drink in the Word and the very presence of the Almighty God is so worth it!
"Seek the Lord while he may be found; call on him while he is near." Isaiah 55:6