Sometimes things demand to be written. I had spent some rough and trying years when a sentence in a book I was reading happened to leap out at me. It said something to the effect of feeling too parched to pray. Those four words grabbed me. That was exactly how I was feeling.
Previously I had grown close to God, shared a great relationship with Him, spoke often to Him, read His word, saw His handiwork in my life and felt His presence. But my formal prayer life had dried up, turning barren and parched.
So I wrote a brief meditation about it in my journal, hoping that would appease the demanding voice in my head. This is a journey now, a conscious decision to no longer be content with a lackluster or dead relationship with Him and to make the trip to meet Him face to face. This is about celebrating that journey, with all the lessons and obstacles along the way.