Time.

When you're a child time seems to go so slow. You overhear adults talking about how quickly the months are passing and you think they have gone mad. Then one day you say it.

"I can't believe it's ... already. It will be Christmas before we know it."

Your an adult now. And time does go so fast. Before you know it a week has past and it's again time to whatever it is you do. Before you know it, a week has past and it's time to change the sheets again, clean the bathroom, do the shopping. Before you know it, a week has past and you haven't picked up your bible. A week really isn't long. It passes in the blink of an eye. 

A week is far to long. A week is enough to leave your soul longing. A week without loosing yourself in His word is too long. A month ago, a week wouldn't seem like very long at all. A month ago I wouldn't have cared. But now, everything is different. That's the power of prayer. The power of a selection of amazing women praying for you, filling the gap when you can't reach out. A week is a long time for me now. Now my soul is constantly craving the word of God. I feel like an addict in reverse rehab. It seems every day without Him as front and center could very quickly pull me away. 

I am weak Lord. But you are strong. I long to be close to you. Help me. 

As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.

Psalm 42:1

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