as many of you probably know, i’ve been rather discontented lately.  you can read about it here.  and it’s getting better.  i’ve started making decisions, albeit small at times, that actually make a difference.  like, choosing joy when all i see is frustration.  choosing courage when fear is at an all-time high.  choosing peace when my insides only want to jump outside of my skin.  choosing to love georgia on the days when i miss the bush.  i’m making those kinds of decisions.  i think people have been trying to tell me this for years.  you know, that it’s all about decisions.

maybe i’m actually starting to get it.  maybe.
my dear friend julie sent this to me this morning.  it’s daily reading from ransomed heart ministries, which is run by john and stasi eldredge.  i don’t know much about them, nor have i read many of their books.  but i do know that this short, three-paragraph read was an incredible blessing to me on this particular sunday.  so, go ahead.  take a gander.  it will be good for your soul.


“In the quiet moments of the day we sense a nagging within, a discontentment, a hunger for something else. But because we have not solved the riddle of our existence, we assume that something is wrong – not with life, but with us. Everyone else seems to be getting on with things. What’s wrong with me? We feel guilty about our chronic disappointment. Why can’t I just learn to be happier in my job, in my marriage, in my church, in my group of friends? You see, even while we are doing other things, “getting on with life,” we still have an eye out for the life we secretly want. When someone seems to have gotten it together we wonder how did they do it? Maybe if we read the same book, spent time with them, went to their church, things would come together for us as well. You see, we can never entirely give up our quest. 




When the desire is too much to bear, we often bury it beneath frenzied thoughts and activities or escape it by dulling our immediate consciousness of living. It is possible to run away from the desire for years, even decades, at a time, but we cannot eradicate it entirely. It keeps touching us in little glimpses and hints in our dreams, our hopes, our unguarded moments.

He says that even though we sleep, our desire does not. “It is who we are.” We are desire. It is the essence of the human soul, the secret of our existence. Absolutely nothing of human greatness is ever accomplished without it. Not a symphony has been written, a mountain climbed, an injustice fought or a love sustained apart from desire. Desire fuels our search for the life we prize. Our desire, if we will listen to it, will save us from committing soul-suicide, the sacrifice of our hearts on the alter of “getting by.” The same old thing is not enough. It never will be.”