I’ve found myself once again at the bank of Your water.
I slowly immerse my feet into the cool, rushing liquid,
taking a deep sigh as I let myself relax.
Each muscle releases the stress by which they have been burdened.
I cup my hands and drink deeply from the Spring of Life.
I feel my body becoming refreshed by each drop that slides down my throat.
I look down and realize I am covered in mud.
I got lost.
I’m not sure how it happened,
all I have is the evidence on my skin.
I remember sitting here before,
cleansing myself with Your water.
But I got distracted by the call of the world.
And I followed
through the mud on the bank of Your Wellspring;
through the grass of temptation;
through the bushes of avoidance.
I ended up scratched, bruised, exhausted, and not remembering why I ever left.
I found my way back,
ashamed I had wandered off-
away from You.
As I sit, I feel more liquid on my face
and realize I’m crying.
The tears forge their own paths down my
dust and dirt stained face.
Your water has always been here
It was me who walked away.
You’ve waited patiently while I
frolicked in darkness.
You welcomed me back with Your healing, refreshing water.
I jump in and submerge myself in
Your love, grace, and forgiveness
remembering that Your water revives my mind and soul
while also cleansing my skin of the mud of my transgressions.