On love, longing, and the things we were never meant to live without. There was a time when man wanted for nothing. Made from the dust of the earth, yet bearing the image of God. Fragile in his humanity, yet crowned with glory and honor. He had needs, certainly. He was made to need. But every need found its answer in the One who had made him. He was known. He was loved. He belonged. And there was no fear in being known. Before shame, before hiding, before the exhausting pursuit of becoming someone worthy of love, there was simply love itself. Freely given, freely received, and freely returned. A…