Psalm 42
1 As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for You, O God.

I don’t know how thirsty deer get, but if they are anything like our dogs, there is a lot of lapping going on. I know when I am parched I have a singular focus on water. Preferably cold, but it doesn’t really matter. Just quench me.

Pray to just once this week experience God in a like manner.