Yesterday, a young lady on my job was telling me that she has been depressed about a break-up. We haven’t seen each other in about two weeks. We talked for a few minutes. I’m reminded of this scripture:
The psalm writer acknowledged in Psalm 42:1-2 that we are all made with an emptiness that only Yah can fill. As the deer pants for streams of water, so I long for you, O Yah. I thirst for Yah, the living Yah. When can I come and stand before Him?