{clothed with love}

I am hungry.
Not because I haven't eaten in four days. Not because my body is weak and all I can think about is food.
I am hungry for more than food. More than physical sustenance. More than teriyaki chicken.

I am hungry still even when I am knee-deep in old testament writing. prophets. kings. judges. leaders. words of encouragement and the charge to be strong and courageous. I am hungry still even when I am enveloped in song. words spilling from my smiling lips. heart pouring out every last ounce of energy. hands up and reaching to be picked up by the Father I love though I cannot see him. I am hungry still even surrounded by warriors. friends and loves who have faithfully poured into me. even their encouragement does not fill me with what I need. I am hungry still even in the arms of the one I love more than any earthly thing. even when he has me folded within his grasp and I feel that nothing could keep me safer. even when his heart speaks into mine and his love is all I could ever want. still, I am hungry.

part one, if you will.