Head turning, eyes darting.
My stomach ached and I realized the restlessness in my heart was caused by the hunger in my belly.
Stumbling down the stairs, I wondered how one could be so hungry at two in the morning. Retracing my steps, recounting what I had eaten that day. No clue as to why my body demanded the nourishment at that ungodly hour.
If only our souls could command the mind’s attention in the same manner.
If only it could sound an alarm whenever the need arose.
But instead we wait.
Telling others we need a vacation, a cup of coffee, a bottle of wine. We speak it in exasperated tones.
We wait until we are completely diminished before we raise our hand and beg for mercy. And by then the damage is done. The kind words left unspoken. The harried frenzy leveled upon our children.
Our souls had to have cried out long before those desperate moments.
C.S Lewis once said “You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.”
Maybe then we should learn to listen to the voices of hunger that emerge from the soul. If we nourish it we may find that the body will follow.