As I met with a very wise and warmly sweet woman this morning discussing the lack of something in my life, something to which I had felt before and possibly ignored. The squeezing of everything fake and false in my life to create and new and beautiful space for the hunger to fill. The hunger for community. Real, authentic and beautiful community. A place that is as warm and supportive as the arms of the Father. I mean isn’t that what we are supposed to do as Christians. Be the body. Be the embrace and feet that go and take care of those who are hurting who are longing for something more than this world can give them.I hunger for that. I hunger to be that. I yearn for the closeness that it can bring when it is in fact, transparent and true. I have seen this, heard of this, desired it from afar but never have I truly been apart of something that is so real that nothing else but Christ matters.I am seeking Him.