It starts as one flake of white swirling lazily to the ground. You catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eye and then several more flakes join their friend in the dance to the ground. It doesn’t take long before the calm, swirling of snowflakes becomes a frenzied push to reach the earth. In front of you is a screen of white, where one snowflake joined arms with another, then three or more until all the dots were connected.
A sense of longing – a deep yearning begins much like the dance of the snowflakes. One small flake graces the sky and one twinge of an ache for more pinches you to pause and look for more. The initial awakening to the longing starts small but builds in intensity as you give it a place to rest and settle. As one speck of white grows to whiteout proportions, so can your longing.
My longing began this past week and hovered on the edges of my vision until the end of the week when it became a storm of emotions. The ache of missing my mom became a full-blown desire to hug her once more, talk to her and tell her about the mundane and the chance to just be in her presence. The holidays have a way of stirring up loss as well as intense joy. Our longing is God’s call to reach out to Him for comfort and understanding so we can turn our loss into a deeper relationship with Him.
When longing becomes a deep thirst for more, turn to God to quench the thirst.
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
During this season of family, memories, food, and fun, please know that I am praying for all who feel this sense of longing. May God be your center and may He steady you as the ache grows and He fills it with His love and knowing comfort.
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