We all have it or at least I think we do That ache or sorrow of heart When in moments all alone we sit sometimes on the edge of the bed for hours Each breath slow and easy as that hollow ache swallows the whole heart
I wonder if it comes from God letting us know what it feels like to be rejected by the people we love
When Jesus was 12 he attended the Passover festivals in JerusalemΒ with his parents . After the holiday was over everyone packed up and left only concerned about their destination . About half way home his parents realized he was not there and made a hasty retreat back to Jerusalem . They found him in the Temple teaching the priest .
Sometimes we get caught up in our destination and forget what we are missing . "Why were you searching for me ? Did you not know I must be in my father's house ?"
Maybe that hollow ache is the missing presence of our Father's house inside .
Maybe going somewhere without is going nowhere at all .