“I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land” ( Psalm 143:6 ). When my 95-year-old father suffered a stroke, the brain damage caused him to cry out in terror every few minutes. To cope with this uncontrollable urge, he redirected his shouts to praise, thanksgiving, singing, reciting scriptures, and intercessory prayer for the family. You could hear him far down the hospital corridor as he battled in a voice urgent and pleading, face lifted upward, his one good arm raised heavenward.
Desperate for God
Desperate for God
Desperate for God
“I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land” ( Psalm 143:6 ). When my 95-year-old father suffered a stroke, the brain damage caused him to cry out in terror every few minutes. To cope with this uncontrollable urge, he redirected his shouts to praise, thanksgiving, singing, reciting scriptures, and intercessory prayer for the family. You could hear him far down the hospital corridor as he battled in a voice urgent and pleading, face lifted upward, his one good arm raised heavenward.