By the streams

"He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers." - Psalms 1:3

If you remember back to the drought last year, you remember the grass being brown and crunchy, the crops were small and malnourished, the air was especially hot and dry...it was just a miserable time. That's how it is with me when I'm away from the presence of God, away from his word. It's not God that's moving away either, it's me. It's more like I'm living by the stream and things are great and I decide to take a vacation. I get comfortable on my vacation and don't come back until it's too late. It's a viscious cycle that I would love to stop.