"As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God" (Psalm 42)
It was supposed to be just a short hike on a warm, sunny day. I left the ubiquitous water bottle in the car and was soon sorry for that decision. The warm dry air quickly dried out my mouth and throat. I was uncomfortable the entire time and missed much of the beauty of that little hike - the song of birds, the rustle of leaves, the smell of grass, the view.
We thirst for God, and in that thirst we miss the beauty that is all around us in nature, in our family, friends, and neighbors, in the world. Our thirst turns us inward on ourselves and our misery. It consumes our entire attention and robs us of the joy of the journey. The "thirst-quenchers" of this world, laced as they are with spiritual sugar and salt, just leave us thirsting for more.