My get-up-and-go got up and left.
I'm not sure where it went, but I hope it didn't go far and knows the way home.
Less than a week ago, I heard a loud bang on my front screen door. Since my hubby is restoring an antique 1930 Ford Model A, we get deliveries of huge boxes. I heard all the noise and went to the front door....but nothing was there! Oh, wait... Max came loping around the garage and back to the front door. (Max is my son's dog. He's 34" tall at the shoulder and 7' long nose-to-tail. As a puppy, Max lived here for about a year.) My son's new house is about a half-mile away, and no one drove or walked him to teach him the route between our places. But Max came visiting. He'd been sure of his welcome. He wanted love, a nice, long drink and a nap. I was happy to see him, and he can return any time.
In several of the Psalms, David ask how long he must wait for God to change his circumstances. Man, I sure relate to that! But until my get-up-and-go takes a lesson from Max and hurries on over, I'll try to follow David's example and seek God's affection, take a drink of Living Water, and rest in His grace. This much I do know: Each time I go to Him, He receives me with delight. I rely on that. (For the record, I don't manage to look anything like the graceful picture I've put here!)