Tuesday, October 20, 2009
DRENCHED...
cold, lonely, unsure how (why?) to proceed, You meet me.
You come to me as I dissolve in tears on the floor of my room and meet me.
Your Word washes over me. You rain down on me amidst the storm of my tears.
I soak. I am drenched in Your Compassion over me.
This is where I belong.
This is where I intend to stay.
Soaking Wet with Living Water.
Yes.
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