So easy.
So, so tempting.
To run after things outside ourselves, thinking they will satisfy.
And sure, I won’t pretend that outside trappings don’t deliver for an instant. They do.
“Things” have their proper place, for “your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.” (Matthew 6:32 KJV). He has “given unto us all things that pertain unto life” (2 Peter 1:3 KJV) and that includes much that we pursue.
But their power is as fleeting as the morning dew.
This sad, temporary creation can never fulfil the cry of the heart.
Never.
Do a 180.
Turn around and run with all your might inwardly.
Stop your ears to the noise and set your sights on things unseen.
Your Father awaits with open arms, ready to run and meet you.
The secret place is where your soul finds rest. It is here, in the caverns of the inner man, that you find out who you are. And here, with wide-eyed wonder, you discover that nothing compares to the sweet real fellowship of God.
How to run inward?
Close the door, turn your heart, and let your spirit lead.
“Daddy, I’m tired of running away. Weary of dashing in every direction. I want You and no other. Show me how to come to You. Take my hand and lead me in.”
Do it often enough for the layers to fall away, and you’ll never turn back.
Prayer is the passionate path to unspeakable pleasures.
Selah.