My Flesh Longs (Psalm 63:1)

My flesh longs for a buzzing joy.  For the cheerful chaos that is many littles, without the messes and cries and squabbles and disobedience and needs, oh the needs.  It longs for a peaceful busy, a happy hive of bustling without all the tussling.  My flesh yearns for this impossibility.  And what will never be points me to Who Will Always Be.  And He teaches the middle of my flesh to long for him and the fleeting ease I search for gives way to beauty from these humbling, whining, exhausting ashes.