This deep longing for God, for miracles, is as natural as longing for spring after a cold winter.
It is as natural as longing for a bountiful harvest after a summer of growing, and as welcomed as winter after the work of harvest.
So now, when I hunger and thirst for spiritual sustenance I don’t worry that my appetite for heavenly things is unnatural.
But I am still and happy in knowing I will have everything I’m hungry for.
I can be, as David sang, as content as a hushed child in its mother’s lap. “Like a weaned child in its mother’s lap, so is my soul within me.”