Saturday in the Fifth Week of Lent
My soul is athirst for God, athirst for the living God;
when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
Psalm 42:2
The weather is warm and rainy, an odd combination that makes the day feel out of place. Which is just about right for this turn in the path. Spring bulbs and budding trees thirstily absorb the moisture, greedily soaking up the needed sustenance as they prepare to burst into bloom. But not yet.
Not yet. I have not yet completed this journey. I have not yet reconciled my grief-heavy heart with the promise of restoration. I have not yet assuaged my thirst for fullness, for redemption, for renewed vibrancy. I am not yet replenished.
Not yet.
