A story is told concerning the northern reindeer. It seems that on the plains a hundred miles from the sea, at a certain season, in the midst of the Laplander's village a young reindeer will raise his broad muzzle to the north wind and stare at the limitless distance for the space of a minute or more. He grows restless from that moment, while still nibbling on moss and sniffing the breeze. The Laps then nod together and the camp grows daily more quiet.
Soon after, the great herd breaks from a trot to a gallop at break-neck pace. The distant thunder of their united gallop reaches the camp for a few minutes, and then they are gone from sight and hearing, to drink of the Polar Seas.
Once in its life the reindeer must taste of the sea in one long satisfying draught, and f it he is hindered, he perishes.
(Springs in the Valley)
David was "in hiding" from his enemies in the wilderness when he wrote Psalm 63. His thirst was for living water, for the Spirit of God to flood and satisfy his soul. Where can we go when we like David, are in a desert place of our souls? Our restless hearts beat so imperfectly.
"I heard the voice of Jesus say, behold I freely give the living water thirsty one.
Stoop down and drink, and live." John 4:14
Come, oh come all to the Waters!
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