Psalm 63:1

O God, you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.

Our experience of God’s love might be the best thing in life, it might be better than life itself, but it is never so complete and tangible that it utterly satisfies us. It always leaves us crying for more. It always leaves us still thirsty, still reaching out for something so elusive that we can never quite get a grip on it. Somehow our experience of God’s love is always part oasis and part mirage. We get enough of a taste of God to prevent our throats from cracking and to keep up our strength to keep trekking through the wilderness in search of the life-giving waters that will satisfy us for eternity; but at the same time the experience of intimate communion with God seems to keep evaporating in front of us and reappearing as a shimmering haze on the outer edge of our consciousness.

Nathan Nettleton – (