Wednesday, May 16, 2012


Sitting on my deck in the morning sun, drinking tea and reading Galatians, I come to this verse, "But by faith we eagerly await through the Spirit the righteousness for which we hope." (5: 5)
I feel a familiar longing pierce my heart. A longing for Him that is not shrouded in the confines of earth.

Walking up the hills of the Palouse, I feel a certain longing whip through me like the western wind over the newly seeded fields, a longing for His Spirit to be the mighty wind to flow through me to the world.

Standing at the ocean's edge, I feel a strong tide of longing wash over me, flooding my soul with a desire to see Him, to be swept away in the great expanse of His love.

Sitting in my cozy living room with the fire burning brightly, I feel the heat of longing burn within for Him to be intimately drawn closer, ever closer to Him.

Walking through a green-canopied forest, I feel the hope of longing that He will cover me from all that threatens to hurt me from without.

Standing on a high peak with creation spread out before me, I feel the overwhelming longing that in the Creator's handiwork I be worthy of the privilege of my sixth-day place.

Being among sisters and brothers on Sunday mornings, I feel tears fall on the contours of my face at a word well-preached in His Name, a scripture read in His word, songs raised in joy by His Body.

Sitting in a room or at a table with friends, a conversation changes tone, and suddenly, I feel a familiar longing pierce my heart. A longing for Him in my ordinary life. But...I long for Him because He first longed for me.

"You, God, are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you,
my whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land where there is no water." Psalm 63: 1

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