“Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit” (Psalm 28:1).

I think going through a day without crying out to God is easy.

What does it take to change that?

Signs on the wall could help. So could notes on my desk and rubberbands around my ears.

Better yet would be internal reminders. Like knowing (and remembering) my own personal need and limitation. And a remembering of God Himself and His great interest in me.

I want Him to be my rock. I declare Him to be my rock.

What do I ask of the Lord? Well, I ask for courage, direction, peace, health, joy, zeal, stability, deepening commitment. For myself, for my wife, for my children and grandchildren, for my parents and my aunt, for my sister and my niece, for my inlaws, and on and on.

So many things to desire, and yet . . . .

“One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the hosue of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to inquire in his temple” (Psalm 27:4).

The panting hart — so thirsty that every other need and desire and wish and want and ambition and goal is secondary.

Water first.

Then the other things.

That’s how I want to be.