Tonight at church, the evangelist asked an interesting question:
“Are you hungry for Him?” he asked.
I began to wonder about the Scripture that says in the last days there would be a famine of His Word.
You know…I began to really think. Who is my Jesus to me?
I call him my Jesus. He is mine. I think of Him that way. And I have to continue to remind myself daily…
“Did I partake of my Savior?”
“Did I drink from His fountain of Living Waters?”
” Did I consume Him as my daily Bread, my Living Bread in as much earnest as He wishes to consume me?”
I want to be hungry for Jesus. I want to be thirsty for Yeshua’s Living waters so that I will never thirst again.
Nothing, and I do mean NOTHING can ever satisfy the way He does.
He just makes that itch go away. He replaces that horrific sadness with a joy so deep. That deep yearning – He fills it. The void- He consumes it with His presence until it is full.
Any and everything I have been wanting in life, I found that He alone is the answer.
I can turn right or left– but He is always surrounding me, beckoning me to look to Him. He is never too far away- an “ever present help”. He has never, ever left me alone, and never, ever will.
So, am I hungry? Do I long to hear His words, sit in His presence at His feet and enjoy His company? Do I long to hear Him speak the Words of Life that sustain my soul? Do I long to partake of His presence here and now…and also at the Marriage Supper of the Lamb in the days to come?
I want to be hungry. Hungry for more of my Lord.