Today I went with my sister and her husband’s family to a little hacienda south of Quito. We ate lunch–I love potatoes!–and then walked around for a bit. There was much chance for thinking as everyone held their true love’s hand in the rain and me, well, I sat under a tree and checked out the landscape.
Still, though. There is much to learn in this season of being on my own. I watch my sister with her husband, how she’s just got this given of a somebody to lean on, and I ache for that. I ache for someone to reach for, and I feel like that aching has been there for a long time. Will this season ever end, I ask? Will this yearning be fulfilled?
But I can’t answer that. Nope. All I can do is turn to the Maker of all this and ask Him to satisfy. Be my portion. Just as Christ was that perfect atonement on the cross two thousand years ago, he has not stopped satisfying those terminal needs we carry.
“Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. But as for me, it is good to be near God. I have made the Sovereign Lord my portion” Psalm 73:25-26, 28.
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