Where can I go from your spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there. If I take the wings of the morning and settle at the farthest limits of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast. If I say, ‘Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light around me become night’, even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to you.
Devotion by Julia Shiver
Imagine a long, hot, dusty road. You have been walking for days, with no end in sight. You come to a calm, clear, river with cool sparkling water. You remove your dusty, sweat-stained robe and sandals. You lower your hand and bring a handful of water to your parched mouth. You can feel it going all the way down, spreading out to every part of your body.
As you take each step into the river, the water washes over you. It brings waves of relief that wash away the heat, the dust, the ache, the blistered feet. You are buoyed up, held gently, washed clean, renewed in body and spirit, reborn.
You sit beside the river as the sun dries you. You put back on your dusty robe and sandals. Now you can continue the journey, refreshed by the living water of God.
Thanks be to God.