Why Pursuing God’s Heart
I wonder if that’s what this life-journey is all about.
God pursues me; I find myself yearning for him.
God loves me first; I love him back.
God speaks; I hear his voice.
God says, “Come”; I follow.
God says, “Go”; I anxiously wrestle with what that means—surrender and go.
God says, “Don’t be afraid, I am with you”; I relax, and find courage.
God says, “Love your neighbor”; (Gasp) “You mean everyone?”
God says, “You are but a straw”’; Then flow through me, my Love, my Lord.
Maybe it’s like a dance. God leads, I follow. Sometimes the dance floor is messy and it’s hard to dance—at least on my part. Other times, the dance seems to be a glorious glide across life’s ballroom, a poetic rhythm and rhyme of a heart beating in time with my Love, my Lord.
God’s passion, my passion.
God’s passion, our passion.

