1 As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God.There is something about a hot cup of coffee in the morning that makes my day start off right.  It is Monday.  In preacher talk that means you are usually tired from the preaching the day before and all of the interaction you have had as you minister to the needs of people.  I like my coffee. I also like a cool drink of water when I am real thirsty.I remember how cool the water was at Jesse Bell’s farm in Roopville, Georgia.  The old house stood on the hill right at the road.  The old barn, hay still hanging from the bails that all but packed the loft above.  Just at the back edge of the old house out near the fence stood the old well.  You let the bucket drop, hit the water and as you crank the handle that pulled the bucket back up the rope would tighten, and soon you would be able to get a cool drink of water.  I remember how good it tasted when you were thirsty.I got the same kind of feeling at Elkmont Campground in the Smoky Mountain’s National Park.  I believe it has been two years, since I visited the campground.  How I enjoyed remembering our camping trips, skipping rocks on the stream that flowed through the middle of the park, stepping through the slimy rock that covered the floor of the stream, and kneeling down on one of the rocks and getting a mouthful of that cool clear water.I guess every Sunday reminds me that thirsty people come to the church house.  It could be because of  “dry” experiences in their marriages, a tough time struggling with depression, a rough time of helping children that walk away from God’s best in their lives, or many other issues that follow us to church.  I woke up this morning thinking about one woman who described with such passion her longing to hear from God because she feels He is not listening to her.  That longing in her heart resonated in my own heart as I read of the longing in this psalmist’s heart as he faced his exile.The person writing the psalm...