One Hungry Soul

Asteria’s repetitive lines have been playing in the background of my thoughts since breakfast.

The warm, buttery, marmite toast brought joy to my soul as I soaked up the winter morning sun, enjoying a slower than usual start to the day. Sensing the peace of the moment, I was quickly joined by my daughter and two eager dogs. 

I noticed our gentle, loyal, Golden Retriever staring intently at me. She remained there quietly, patiently, looking adoringly into my eyes as I chatted with my human companion. As I mentally appreciated my loyal pup’s beauty and grace, I had a sudden thought that she might like some of my toast. 

She hadn’t asked. She hadn’t whined or begged in the slightest. She hadn’t even glanced at the toast. But I know her well. I know her body language and her rhythms. I know what is good for her and what is harmful. I know what brings her joy and what scares her. And I know full well she likes toast. But what struck me about the situation was where she focused her gaze. Just by her simple, trusting focus on me I was inspired to share my delightful breakfast with her.  So I did, willingly. And she enjoyed it, wholeheartedly. 

It made me think about how I approach God. Do I come energetically into God’s presence jumping around, fixated on whatever ‘treat’ I want, like our smaller pup tends to? Do I quiver in nervous anticipation, my eyes greedily, desperately lingering on the object of my desire, entirely overlooking the Good Giver of Gifts? 

Sometimes I do.

God please make me more like my big dog. Let my gaze fall trustingly, hopefully, faithfully on You. Let me fully rest knowing You knowing me. Please give me all that You want me to have rather than what I think I want, while our eyes remain firmly locked on one another.

Eyes on You – You’ve got what I need. 

Amen