#SpiritualLonging

A hunger for bread. A thirst only water can quench. A yearning for someone I love to hold my hand.

Our deepest needs are the least complicated.

Daily life, on the other hand, is mostly complicated. I am a wife, mom and pastor, making each day an exercise in meeting and missing expectations (my own, my family’s, my parish). We have expectations for ourselves and our work. Expectations are placed upon you by family members and your daily work, paid or unpaid. “To whom much is given, much will be required,” Jesus whispered in the ear of an overwhelmed woman. (Luke 12:48)

In the complicated seasons of life, what is required is overwhelming. At home, schedule the kids’ doctor appointments, sign up for baseball, buy her dance outfit in the size that fits (unlike last year), teach him how to drive, be available for conversation whenever a kid or partner is open to meaningful conversation, plan the meals, unclog the drain, surveil the screen time, fold the towels, check the homework, tell people to shower. And then there is your paid work if that’s your thing. And then there is joining your partner in caring for a marriage if that’s your thing. Maybe you care for aging parents or a sick kiddo, maybe you travel for work, maybe you are financially stressed, maybe, maybe, complicated, complicated.

I am convinced women today need to face the long list of what we expect of ourselves and what is expected of us and get real. Deep down, we do not long to administrate our families or “balance” time at home and work. Our true longing is much less complicated – as simple as bread, water, and the touch of a loved one’s hand.

These are spiritual longings, weaved into your very being. Spiritual longings are uncomplicated desires to set aside the unrealistic expectations you assume are required of you. Usually, the only person requiring unrealistic expectations of you is…you. Your family does not want you to work so damn hard. Your work does not need you to give up your well-being. You do not need to lose yourself in the dark woods of endless expectations.

When the message is to try harder to get through the woods, or to be your better self to find your way, I think that message is wrong and destructive. A better way might be to sit down wherever you are in the dark woods. Take a bite of bread and a sip of water and let Jesus hold your hand for a while. Take uncomplicated deep breaths. The drain will stay clogged and the towels will pile up. But you, beloved child of God, will hear Jesus whisper that you’ve gone too far into the woods. “To whom much freedom and life is given, trying harder is not required.”

That promise is my longing, filling my spirit with each deep, uncomplicated breath.