"...my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you in a dry and weary land where there is no water."
a desert wasteland. thirst, hunger pangs, weariness, intense physical longing… you are my "enemies"… bodily stuff to conquer, to avoid, to master in one way or another, and not just for me, but for the world as well. who would ever opt for you if the slightest alternative were offered? but blessed be you, who remind me that I am not perishable flesh and blood only, but also spirit, made in the Image of God. blessed be you, who day by day, hour by hour, second by merciless second, so relentlessly point me to Living Water, Bread of Life, a yoke made easy by my Yokefellow, and pleasures at His right hand forevermore.
