(A writers lament)

In my mind I see an altar swept clean……I come before you Lord, waiting, wondering, why I find my altar stripped bare of words, bereft, swept clean. Maybe now I can write what is only for You. Maybe that’s what you wanted all along. I misplaced the words, but You can find them. Arrange them on Your altar of Holiness the way you want them, Lord. 

Fill the place in my soul that aches, tears that have dried up spring unbidden to my eyes as I acknowledge that place I remember. That calm before dawn where I sat with the cat in the swing. Nature calls but I hear traffic. Transform it Lord into something you can use. 

A Holy offering of love. I hear You say, “Those tears will do. “ Sometimes there is a Holy Gift exchange. I do believe that when we give something up here on earth, there is a rift in the clouds of Heaven. This is something I know. God has answered my prayer this year and I am eternally grateful. He has replaced my thirst for alcohol with thirst for the living water that never fails. 

I am the Samaritan woman at the well. Thank you, Jesus, that this well will never run dry. 

Oh God, you are my God; earnestly 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. Psalm 63: 1