O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. Psalm 63:1
Gary Chapman's book, The Five Love Languages, has done a great deal for my marriage. Understanding my wife's primary love language has helped me to take steps in expressing how much she means to me. I'd like to say that I have learned to speak her language fluently, but there are times that "quality time," which happens to be her language, still seems like gibberish - in an unspoken sort of way.
In his book, Mr. Chapman provides good insight on identifying your primary language. He suggests considering which of the languages that, if it is withheld, will cause an individual to feel rejected. This advice made mine very easy to identify. Mine is "physical touch." (I know... you might say most men fall into this category, but it's not just about sex.) I can literally tell you how many times during the day that I have experienced any human contact, and when I am deprived for very long, my body literally longs for another person to acknowledge my existence in the simplest of ways. A hand on the shoulder, a light grab of the arm, and sometimes a monstrous bear hug can do wonders to meet the longing within me.
To be honest, there is a part of me that feels almost defective because of my need for physical touch. My head tells me that I should be content with connecting in spiritual ways - as if I am less mature because I cannot simply deny the longings of my body. But the truth is: God made us as physical beings. We cannot deny who we are. For some of us, our family of origin did a poor job in meeting our need for touch, and we will always seem to sink without it.
David knew what it was like to feel physical needs. In the desert he grew weary, and rather than simply wanting to connect with God on some spiritual plane, he acknowledged that his body longed for God. There is nothing wrong with physical need. God made us to enjoy our bodies and to long for the touch of another.
Lord, at times I have tried to deny the truth. I have tried to appear more "spiritual" than I should. I have a need for human touch, and unfortunately I haven't always met this need appropriately. Help me to be holy in this regard. Send those to me who might acknowledge me in loving ways. In a dry and weary land, my body longs for You.
Will You hold me today?