Playdates with God: Bread of Life


My mother always told me I am an old soul.

“You were always so serious,” she says. “Even when you were a baby.”

When I was six months old her mother—my maternal grandmother—was diagnosed with breast cancer. And she had to wean me from her breast for the struggle of it—the hard work of balancing the care of a newborn and that of her dying mother.

So maybe it’s not so strange that my first memory is that of hunger. I was three years old, watching mother try to feed four children with flour and water and a loaf of homemade bread. It was all she had. I still remember the acrid smell of scorched flour that permeated the kitchen as she made a pasty gravy to bind pieces of bread to our stomachs, glue to hold down the hunger pangs.

The hunger remained like a soft ache when the bread was gone. All these years later, after two children of my own and a life well lived into, the hunger still remains. It seems I carry a yearning with me always.  The hunger keeps me serious, keeps me tethered to the old soul inside of me.

But this hunger that I was founded upon? When it stirs deep within me? It also keeps me tethered to Jesus. This season of new life—living into Easter—it reminds me that he is the Bread of Life.

We go to Jesus to be fed. To the Bread of Life, to the Christ; isn’t this where I must let my yearning lead me? Do I dare to embrace this hunger as invitation? And when I trust the Bread of Life to feed me, do I trust enough to let go of worry about that gaping hole inside of me? Do I trust enough to make room for joy?

Jesus tells us that unless we come to him like a little child we will never enter the kingdom of heaven. For me, that means letting go of the way I have always been, letting my old soul become unfettered and free. It means inviting play into my time with God. My grown-up play looks different than the play I engaged in as a child. Some days I invite God to come with me to an art museum, or a concert, a hike in a local state forest. Some days, we simply sit together and read. But I have resolved to make this a regular practice: once a week, I plan a playdate with God.

And the years are beginning to peel back as this old soul learns what it means to have the faith of a child.

My playdates with God? They have become a way to set the table and feed this hunger inside of me. This the only way that hunger can fill. When I let it awaken me to the moments of completeness in this aching, yearning world—to the joy of Christ breaking into this life again and again.

This is how hunger feeds. This is how hunger makes a very good beginning.

Every Monday I share one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find God and know joy. I try to visit a few of your stories every week, so if you are a new visitor, be sure to let me know in the comments so I can welcome you. Grab my button at the bottom of the page and join us.We are trying a new linky widget, friends. I pray this one might eliminate unwanted links. Again, please forgive me for last week’s extra visitors.

Laura Boggess


  1. says

    Laura, I so was blessed in reading this post as I shared this morning, “He Satisfies Completely”. “My playdates with God? They have become a way to set the table and feed this hunger inside of me.” Amen!!! He not only will feed us but He will fully and completely satisfy our hunger. Grateful to have joined you this morning!

  2. says

    This morning my husband was reminding me of the passage in John where Jesus explains he is the bread of life and we must eat and drink of him – half the crowd leaves, but the disciples stay and when Jesus asks whether they also would leave, Peter replies, “Where else would we go?” Yes, our hunger, our need is also a doorway.

    Laura, I meant to comment a few weeks back when you interviewed that Dr about depression how helpful it was for me when I discovered that anger and even rage can be symptoms of depression – that realization helped me understand that I struggled with postpartum depression without even knowing it, just wanted to throw that out there for others.

    May you play and eat well.

  3. says

    “We go to Jesus to be fed.” Love this, Laura. Even when we finally realize to go to Jesus with our hunger, we still don’t often recognize the food he’s offering us, especially if it doesn’t look like “religious” food. Your playdates with God sound delicious and nurturing, true spiritual food at the table with Jesus.

  4. says

    Only Jesus can feed our spiritual hunger pangs. There’s an old hymn we sang when I was a child: “Come and Dine the Master calleth, Com and Dine. You may beast at Jesus’ table all the time…” What an amazing Play Date!

  5. says

    “My playdates with God? They have become a way to set the table and feed this hunger inside of me” – those playdates, the finding the gifts He leaves us – and finding Him there – yes, Laura – it has fed this hunger inside that can only be filled by him. This morning, a bouquet of red balloons blew into my yard, dipped into my greening garden, stuck itself in a tree – and I met God during that moment – thanking Him for this wonderful surprise – this sweet moment of a good Monday Morning – and it made me smile – and He was right there with me smiling, too. Different kinds of “hunger” make us reach out and grab hold of Him. So glad you shared your hunger story!

  6. says

    And He will keep feeding you, Laura, till all your hungry places are filled. You are His old-soul baby girl and He will love you always…Sending prayers and hugs to you from a very rainy, windy Monday morning in the Hudson Valley. xxoo

  7. says

    I was often referred to as an old soul as a child too. Perhaps the emotional distance of turmoil in the life of our caretakers provides an opportunity to grow up swiftly for the purpose of survival. We skip over what it means to be carefree and play with abandon. Learning how to play as an adult is much more difficult I think but making it a priority is truly life giving. Thankful for who you are Laura. God made you beautifully wonderful.

  8. says

    Having a date God is the best time ever. Thanks for the reminder that no matter what we and wherever we go, God should be with us and be aware of His presence:)


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