I'm hungry for you

I'm reading a book right now called into the wild. It's about a guy not much older than me who just up and left. He felt like he needed a changed...tired of his life one would say. He was a "leather tramp", living life day by day. He never had plans, he never really needed to be anywhere. He lived off the land, wherever he happened to be. It seemed like he had no cares in the world. He left his comfortable home in Virginia to hitch hike across the country stopping here and there. He would find a suitable town and stay for a month or two, then he would leave just as discreetly as he came in. He found himself in Alaska, with plans to survive in the wild for as long as he could. He thumbed his way up to a beat-down, abandoned road called Stampede Trail. With nothing but a bag of rice, a small sleeping bag, a .22 rifle, and a back pack full of various and seemingly useless items, he walked into the wild.
How freeing. How awesomely and indescribably compelling. What a grand endeavor to take on, living off the land with nothing but a back pack, sleeping bag, and a gun. Starting out the book drew me in and I was clutching to every vibrant, yet somewhat ominous word. However, the author gives the ending away within the first 20 pages. The young man, Christopher McCandless, dies after living a little over 4 months in the wild. How freeing right? What could have brought such a strong-willed and prideful man down? Hunger. Christopher's "remains" were weighed in at 65 pounds. Without food, Christopher's body began to eat itself; fat, muscle, etc. Without food, man becomes weak and will eventually wither up and die.
How about the spirit? What happens when we are not spiritually fed. What happens when we reject our home, and try to live for ourselves. No matter where we go God is there...even in the deepest tundra, there is no escaping His reach. The Father stretches His arm, and opens His mighty hand, it is us who need to reach back. Without His hand, we wither and die. Try as we might, reject Him as we will, He is still there time and time again. We cant simply walk the other way, we cant just ignore the very hand that created us. To that, we deprive ourselves from being spiritually fed, thus starving ourselves into the devil's submission. As much as a blazing inferno hell will be, I imagine it can get mighty cold when we're alone. Who can come to our aid, who can save us from this bitter ice land? The One true God who delivers me from evil, is the same God who will bring me rest. He will hold me in His arms, and He will not let me fall. The Father is a God of love, and compassion...He has taken mercy on us and He will not let us starve.
Let God be your daily bread. With Him, there is no hunger, there is no weakness.
Thank you.

"Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28