Craving God alone

Do you remember when you first fell in love? How you wanted to spend every minute of the day just talking to your new love. As you got to know him more and more you began to crave a closer relationship. Back in the old days we knew that intimate physical love had to wait so the desires grew and grew. That’s what is missing in relationships today. There is no “wait” or build up.

Back on track. I remember writing things like I can’t wait to feel you pressed up against me—wanting to meld into my love.

Craving a completeness of our intimacy. Press so hard that we become one.
Craving each touch of his hand and sweet intimacy of a kiss.
When I was upset that’s who I wanted to talk to, be held by. The comfort and peace and came with the security of that love. The fresh blush of love and the security of knowing it was returned.
We must crave our God first. We can crave Him first and foremost.
We can wake up each day whispering His name and hearing His voice.
Craving God means wanting to follow Him everywhere He goes. It’s joyously falling into step as He goes about His day. It’s waiting for each moment to serve Him, to please Him.
Craving God is so powerful that we can’t not talk about Him. In new fresh love we drive everyone crazy—because every topic of conversation leads back to him and how wonderful He is and our relationship is. We can’t not talk about Him.
Craving God is knowing that each move of His hand, a word form His heart is miraculous.
Craving God is knowing that He can do no wrong—that His intention is out of love.

A day of craving God should look like this

I awake with a smile, feeling His presence, hearing His voice—southing and loving—speaking my name. Communing to the depths of my soul—pressing deeply and completely into Him—feeling His communion with me.

Then I arise. Needing to know more of Him. To search his Word because IT IS HIS WORD. He wrote it in miraculous ways just as He writes it on my heart. Amazing! Astounding!
Then He heads out the door, me close on His trail. Waiting in anticipation of where He will go and who He will touch. Watching and joining when he bids me to come closer to see and speak.

The day goes on as we go down the road. He pauses constantly in his work to draw me closer and whisper in my ear of his pleasure that I am learning to love more and more. His arms (his pinions) surround me as my heart sores as I commune in worship of Him—pressing closer and closer.

I watch as he touches each soul and my heart grows at his grace and mercy. I watch as He weeps when He must correct when those He loves refuse to hear—he weeps knowing that their path is heading away from Him and towards destruction and despair—he weeps when they go through trials and can’t hear His voice of comfort and assurance. I learn to weep with Him, to love them as He loves them. Feeling his tenderness and His grief, I learn to grieve, I learn to pray, I learn to speak. It hurts to feel their pain, but it’s pain that brings understanding of God’s heart.

As I watch, as I follow closely behind Him, I stop sometimes knowing that I am so flawed, so far behind Him I lag, I get distracted or forget to follow. He stops and He waits for me to catch up or he retraces His steps to put out His hand to me and guides me back in place.

We move on. The road gets rougher—He holds my hand.

The day is over and I lay down, He lays down and wraps His arms around me. There is peace in my spirit and I sigh in His embrace.


Deuteronomy 6:5
And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.