Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
Psalms 73:25
Lonely spirits search for Him. Who else knows them? Who else loves them? Born in a vacuum of solitude, awaking into blinding light, knowing nothing, knowing no one, feeling a connection with someone that quenches the thirst of birth. Her heartbeat soothes. Sleep. Nourishment. The day comes when she fails to respond to the raging cry of need. Immediacy flees her motivation. Other children. Other obligations. I am no longer her center. (As if any of them ever were. Each of her children feel the despair of the newborn's growth pain.) The love still comforts, but at times in darkness I awake with no words, only screams. It is not hunger or thirst or coldness or heat that rushes from my throat. It is aloneness. I am alone. But behind the silence, at times, I feel One that always hears and is always near. The Presence in the silence is my only friend.
From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live. God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us
Acts 17:216-27
No comments:
Post a Comment