Hunger

As my husband’s lungs worsened, he began having difficulty breathing.  Here’s how he described it to me.  “It’s like trying to breathe through a straw.”  When he explained to the doctor how trying to breathe felt, he was told, “There’s a name for that.  It’s called air hunger.”  

A prescription helped him breathe easier.  

As we quarantined through the pandemic, people began to feel isolated.  Even if we did venture out, social distancing was required.  Stay six feet apart.  No touching.  The weeks turned into months.  The huggers of the world (of which I am one) went through withdrawal.  We were suffering touch hunger.  

Last week I was hugged by two different people.  It felt wonderful.  

There is another hunger that is essential for a Christ-follower, a hunger for God.  I went many years without experiencing that need.  I had my list of rules.  According to the teachings of my church, that was all that mattered.  Once I escaped that religious upbringing and began searching the scriptures for myself, I developed a hunger for God.  

I’ve discovered the more I know of Him, the more I long to know.  

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.” Matthew 5:6 (NIV)