motherlode

I believe that God wants us to long for Him with the longing that will become lovesickness, that will become a wound to our spirits,
to keep us always moving toward Him,
always finding and always seeking, always having and always desiring.

-A.W. Tozer

 

 So that explains where I’ve been the last six months. I took the long way around summer and spent most days walking along the country road near where I live, pained by the strike in my soul – looking at everything through brimming eyes. Empty-handed, I was in search of the One I love.

I had little urge to say anything. The thought of writing was abhorrent to me - all my blurry thoughts seemed unworthy of the One I was longing for. More interested in hearing something instead, I was resigned to let desperation lead on as it had the better of me anyway. I kept walking.

So what did all those sunlit and stone-kicking hours turn up?  Hopefully a higher Vitamin D count. Definitely a renewed sense of vigor. And a profound enlargement.  Something about pulling back from the electronic din in search of quietude that affords the soul  huge rewards. 

But He is what I went searching for and that is what took me so long in coming back. I had found the motherlode. My hands are now full.

 

 

 

~ by findingthemotherlode on October 17, 2009.