To tell a story ...

Aching contentment.
Longing satisfaction.

God’s deepest desires echoed in our own.

Not out of necessity for existence but of longing does He ache to be known, understood, enjoyed. This, His heart’s calling, translates to our own. But where His desire comes from a place of longing, ours comes from necessity. Our fragile humanity necessitates being known to exist well. Our personal understanding of longing finds its source with His original beckonings. He knows what its like to want to share your life with another … to breathe your own story into the lungs of another who will breath it in and out, every second of their existence, sharing the beauty and the disaster … knowing your story so intimately that they are able to retell it in rare clarity. They know the dots and the dashes, the breath marks, the pauses, the crescendos and nuances, the emotions behind the story and the punch-lines. They know it all. And as they breathe your story in and out it is a living testimony that your story is worth retelling, in their own form and fashion, in their own way. And as they retell your story in the moments of their own, yours and theirs together become woven into one, inextricably tied and knotted together. Your reality becomes theirs.

Your longing fulfills theirs and both are mutually satisfied.

He knows exactly what that feels like.