In the book of 2 Kings there is an obscure passage where the newly anointed Prophet Elisha finds himself in the Land of Not Enough. He arrives in Gilgal to discover there is a famine. No other description was given of Gilgal except that one word: famine. No other description was needed.
Famine. shortage. hunger. lack. Not enough.
The people of the land were hungry, desperate, longing to be filled. They were famished.
And so am I.
Sitting here in my Land of More Than Enough. Surrounded by surplus. I too am famished. But not because of a lack of food, or clothing, or warmth, or shelter, or entertainment, or comfort. No, all of those I have in excess.
But there is a holy dissatisfaction. A deep, unfulfilled longing. A famine in my soul.
It cannot be quenched by routine quite times… it aches to feast at the banquet of His Word.
It cannot be satisfied in simple recited prayers… it must pour out under the waterfall of His presence.
In cannot be appeased in participation in a song service… it longs to be wrapped up in worship.
In the Land of Not Enough I am desperate to be filled. I try to appease the hunger in my soul. Work. Fun. Fellowship. Shopping. Eating. Volunteering. Performing. I try and try to fill the void. And yet, after all my trying I am still needy. Still hungry. Still famished.
A famine in my soul.
The people of the Gilgal came to Elisha and told him one simple thing. They told him they were famished. Elisha provided food for the hungry.
And they ate and had some left over. 2 Kings 4:44
And they had some left over.
From famine to abundance.
From lack to surplus.
From needy to whole.
I too am famished. I too come. Asking to be filled once again. And my Jesus answers me with at sweet and confident yes. Yes child… you can be filled.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Mat. 5:6