It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them. (George Eliot)
And I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. (U2)
There is a secret set within each of our hearts. It often goes unnoticed, we rarely can put words to it, and yet it guides us throughout the days of our lives. This secret remains hidden for the most part in our deepest selves. It is simply the desire for life as it was meant to be. Isn’t there a life you have been searching for all your days? You may not always be aware of your search, and there are times when you seem to have abandoned looking altogether. But again and again it returns to us, this yearning that cries out for the life we prize. It is elusive, to be sure. It seems to come and go at will. Seasons may pass until it surfaces again. And though it seems to taunt us, and may at times cause us great pain, we know when it returns that it is priceless. For if we could recover this desire, unearth it from beneath all other distractions, and embrace it as our deepest treasure, we would discover the secret of our existence.
-John Eldredge from Desire
“…through my revulsion at my own weaknesses as well as through such satisfaction as I had in my own strengths, it seems to me now that a power from beyond time was working to achieve its own aim through my aimless life in time as it works through the lives of all of us and all our times.”
-Frederick Buechner
Morning has come as it invariable does and with it all the possibilities of the day if we can jettison the fear that is some how within each of us at some level and let the heart be free and alive. Much easier to write these words than to live them…like all of life the degree to which this is easier or harder rests on the season or moment we find ourselves in. Hoping for some indication as to the direction my day will take before leaving on a journey through the past. Waiting…waiting to see…
No comments:
Post a Comment