“For He satisfies
the longing soul, and the hungry soul He fills with good things.” Ps 107:9
So great is the lacking of satisfaction that it leads one
into a deep sense of aloneness and separation.
So deep is this sense, that the longing one is not able to
adequately ascend from his depths by thoughts, words or deeds to attain his
desired satisfaction.
So distant is this sense of separation for one who is
lacking that which satisfies his soul, that no matter his longing of thoughts,
words or deeds, he cannot adequately bridge the gap his lack has brought
him.
It is in this solitude that one finds himself in the belly
of the whale with Jonah.
It is at such a time and place that one is confronted with
the end of themselves and one begins to despair.
In such longing one surely thirsts, but it is not until one has reached the end of themselves that he begins to thirst for that which is not of himself or the earth.
In such longing one surely thirsts, but it is not until one has reached the end of themselves that he begins to thirst for that which is not of himself or the earth.
It is when one realizes that things earthly cannot satisfy
his thirst, that he is stewarded to the heavenly supply.
So he goes with petitions to the Lord in confession and
prayers, asking for divine grace and mercy so that his soul’s thirst may be
satisfied, and be at rest.
For the one who thirsts in faith, He gives him the Water of Life
for satisfaction, and for his hunger He fills him with the greatest good – the
Bread of Life.
In both cases the need is more than met, there is abundance
in the supply which the Lord does provide.
No one will come up lacking of what they need where he
receives the provision of the Lord.
For what the Lord sends to one so alone in their sin is not
the common fare of this world, but goodness
Himself, the Son of God.
How should one who has been so abundantly met in their
solitude of lack and need respond?
“Let
them thank the Lord for His steadfast love, for His wondrous works to the
children of man!” Ps 107:8, 15, 21,
31.
- pmwl
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