In between these extremes there is the recurring first thought and feeling, “I just want to be held.” This is during a season of longing. This one will wake me in the night as well. And what is it that I am after? It seems like a homesickness for heaven, a loneliness that no person in the world can soothe, an assurance that there is something out there that is drawing me in. Not something, of course, but Someone.

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