My Soul Thirsts

1 As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
3 My tears have been my food
day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
4 These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go with the multitude,
leading the procession to the house of God,
with shouts of joy and thanksgiving
among the festive throng.
5 Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and 6 my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
7 Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.
8 By day the Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.
9 I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?”
10 My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
11 Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.

The psalmist here has been exiled from being able to worship in the temple. Unable to come together with others in worship, especially during feasts.
What would your psalm if you were exiled from being able to go to the temple/church.

Would you be downcast but still placing your hope and trust in God?
Would you feel as though God had forsaken you or remember he directs your love and gives you his song at night?

Would your soul thirst as the deer seeks out the water? Would you remember to be thankful always even in a downcast mode?

It is important here as I scribe on this to think of perhaps yet another lesson here, How important it is to our soul to be part of a temple, a body of born again believers.

As I write I am reminded that I am away from home and I miss my temple, in this day, my church, my church family, my tribe!
I am not downcast, but I miss them and hope that I am missed. I am thankful that I know always remember;
My God directs my life with his love and sings over me always. My hope is in Him and always will praise Him.
I will always thirst for more, even in the midst of Him, I will thirst for more, as the deer pants, my soul, it thirsts for more of you.

Blessings as always and remember to pray, seek /him in all things and put on your armor~