As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God? [from Psalm 42]
What does it mean to have a thirsty soul, to experience longing?
Maybe you know it as a feeling of restlessness.
A passion. But no place to put it.
A sense that something important is missing. Or that something has been lost and you don’t remember where you put it or what happened to it. Maybe it just drifted away from you on a raft, on that sea of everything.
It’s a common human experience. Who doesn’t yearn for something more?
Hundreds, thousands of experiences make us who we are, and they can feed or distract from our souls’ longings.
Traffic and homework, annoyances and trivialities, deep losses and grave mistakes. As we learn to deal, to cope, we grow. And perhaps some of our longings are fulfilled.
Beauty and peace, love and happiness, joy and hope. It’s the noticing, the paying attention to all the life-affirming moments that increase our humanity and the humanity of those around us. Longing with a thirsty soul means, in part, that we allow the soul to focus on the good things.
We can choose to go thru life unthinking, almost by remote control. Or we can choose to reflect, to be amazed, moved, heartened.
Where are the places you can focus your spiritual longings? Where are the places you can focus on peace, on hope, on God, on the voices of your own heart?
Not an escape from your real life, but a deepening of it, a diving directly into its soul.
We long for God; we seek the good. We are constantly searching, watching, looking. And just on the other side of our seeking, good is there, waiting to be found. Waiting to flow from God into our soul, fulfilling those longings.
© Melissa Bane Sevier, 2013