Here’s a two-fold blessing that we can be thankful for: It’s a blessing that God speaks to us, and it’s a blessing to have food that sustains us. We need both to live a good life.
While physical needs and cravings have a tendency to be on the forefront of our minds, the silence of not hearing from God is quite deafening, and our souls within us will eventually rebel against it. We are born with an innate need to communicate, and we want to be heard and understood. We crave profound connection.
Our souls wither in isolation while they thrive in adoration. The adoration goes both ways. We are adored by our Creator, and that does not depend on our performance; He loves us no matter what others say about us, no matter what we have done – good or bad – and our souls thrive on this kind of unconditional love! Just as much, our souls thrive on adoration and worship directed towards our Creator. If we direct our worship towards another human being we will suffer great disappointment. Guess what: nobody is perfect. One is: God is perfect, and our souls crave perfection.
Take adoration out of the equation, and we face an emptiness that will eventually break our hearts.
So, let’s not try to distract ourselves from these extravagant cravings of our souls. Let’s tune into God’s wavelengths and ask Him to break the sound of silence within us. God has a lot in store for you and me, and He has a myriad of ways to communicate.
In order to tune into God’s wavelengths the Holy Spirit is at work every single day. The Holy Spirit has the uncanny ability of a great interpreter. He explains God’s thoughts to us while He translates our feelings and what is on our minds to God. This is the connection our souls so crave. And this is the longing of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit to commune with us humans. It’s His deepest joy when we actually tune in to receive what He has to say. So let’s do ourselves and God a favor – and tune in today!
“Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence” (Paul Simon)