Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues?
I want to drink God, deep draughts of God.
I’m thirsty for God-alive.
Fix my eyes on God … eager to arrive and worship.
Shouting praises, singing thanksgiving ~ celebrating, all of us, God’s feast!
He puts a smile on my face.
He’s my God.
… and small things.
I was reminded of this verse:

I am completely empty.
Take a good look at God’s work.
Because it’s then that I am able to look forward adventurously expectant and ask:



