Drenched...

...cold, lonely, unsure how (why?) to proceed, You met me.

You came to me dissolved in tears on the floor of my room and met me.

Your Word washed over me. You rained down on me amidst the storm of my tears.

I was drenched in Your Compassion over me. I soaked.

That is where I belong.

This is where I intend to stay.

Soaking Wet with Living Water.

Yes.

(photo courtesy of synthman19872003 on wunderground)