Honesty.

God, where is my passion? My drive? My desire? I feel so numb. I do not even feel the pure joy that a year ago and more I could not contain. This summer has been a break down of my joy. I have come to the waters but they are still. I know that they are rushing somewhere...but not here. The water at my feet is still and the only movement comes from the ripples created by my restless shifting weight. God, this is not like you...you are not restless or still or dispassionate. 

Am I in the wrong place? What is the source of this water that I am at? What good is the water if You are not the source? Are the headwaters of this pool waters of worldliness or waters of selfishness? Please pull me from this stagnant water. Though only deep enough to cover my toes I am still drowning. Clinging to dying, fruitless trees to keep me from going under I am dying too. Help me let go! I want to cling to you! Not these logs!

You are living and perfect and far more satisfying than these waters. 

You are far more satisfying than the company of this dying forest. Bring me to Your mighty and rushing, beautifully turbulant, living and moving waters. They will never fail to quench my thirst! I want to drink, splash, play, dance, kneel, pray in the rivers of righteousness. God, You are living water. I am alive, but not living. Change my heart, Lord.