Memories

Ps 143:5-6
I remember the days of long ago;
I meditate on all your works
and consider what your hands have done.
6 I spread out my hands to you;
my soul thirsts for you like a parched land.

NIV
Lord, I do remember and I am grateful for all that you have done in the past. I remember the miracles, I have seen the salvations, I have felt your touch and I feel fortunate to have experienced all of this and more. But Lord, as in verse 6 when David cried out to you, I too spread out my hands to you, expecting you to move for my soul thirst for you like a parched land. Nothing else will do Lord, but to have you, I am desperate for you. Lord as I cry out to you I know this is the cry of your people, your church, and our church. Help us to have expectation in you because of what we have experienced in the past, but let us look to the future, our future rooted and grounded in you. Lord help us to see others with their hands spread out thirsty and desperate for you and let us be willing as you lead to move and offer them the refreshment and comfort of your word. I love you Lord, thank you for your word and for drawing me nearer to you.