He's been at those toy cars and cards and books for two hours.
After a while he finally walks around the house moaning.
"Are you hungry?" I ask him.
"I'm starving! I haven't had breakfast!" He drapes himself over a chair, ready to die. This kid doesn't need acting school.
"It's on the table, as it always is on Saturday," I smile. "You just had to look up. Didn't you hear me calling?"
I too am always engrossed with what I have in front of my nose: relationships, work, play, life, the next thing.
Meanwhile there's this gnawing hole inside, increasingly hungry but strangely put on hold.
The banquet is laid out, ready for the taking. Will I look up? He's been calling for quite some time now, the Father. Thirst and hunger, ready to be satisfied in him.
Won't we all just take a break and get the meal we need?
"You satisfy me more than the richest feast. I will praise you with songs of joy." (Psalms 63:5 NLT)
(Five-minute Friday: Today's prompt was "break.")