Most of us have to taste our need in fierce sort of way before our hungers jar us into turning our lives over to God…In the Divine Arms we become less demanding and more like the One who holds us. Then we experience new hungers. We hunger and thirst for justice, for goodness and holiness. We hunger for what is right. We hunger to be saints. Most of us are not nearly hungry enough for the things that really matter. That’s why it’s good for us to feel a gnawing in our guts. (Macrina Wiederkehr – A Tree Full of Angels)
I dropped my daughters off for the day about 20 minutes ago. It was a rough morning: raised voices, slamming doors, less-than-pleasant interactions, and not nearly enough time to regain equilibrium. I didn’t want to let them go. I wanted to cancel work, school, everything – just to sit with them, hold them, hug them, and wait long enough until we could smile, laugh, and be “us” together. In the gnawing absence of such, I taste my need. I am hungry.
I am hungry to be held by “Divine Arms” this morning. I am hungry for even a taste of what I didn’t offer Emma and Abby. I am hungry to believe that the same Arms are holding them while I cannot…as my train moves further and further away.
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