A while back my mom made the comment that I "have the heart of a street urchin."
Now that might sound kind of strange, but let me explain. If you know me at all, I love to just be crazy busy all the time. And I'm pretty much never home. Like ever. To give you an idea, I think I'm officially up to a total of 13 days at home in all of 2013. I LIVE HERE! But I'm always off on some big, grand adventure. I was at school for the first five months of the year, came home for a day, headed to camp, visited occasionally on weekends, and now have been back and forth for a while. This is my life. Always. In a strange, sick, twisted way, I like it like this.
What my mom meant is that I live this crazy life, continuously bouncing from one place to the next. "Home" (aka, my parents' house) is a place I come to in order to crash in a big, comfy bed, do some laundry, and raid the fridge. And while I love being there and visiting with my family, I get pretty restless pretty quick.
Just like a street urchin, I wander around from place to place, only returning home in order to get my basic needs met before I move on to the next big thing.
How much is this similar to the way we treat our Heavenly Father?!
We know that He is always there, with open arms, waiting for us to run home. So we abuse it. We might seek Christ for a short period of time in order to fill our needs for love, comfort, mercy, etc. before we leave him behind only to race off to our next big adventure. And a few weeks/months/years later, we return. We have an absolute guarantee that the door will always be open, just like my parents' house. And while it is wonderful that we can come running home anytime we like (Luke 15:11-32, the parable of the prodigal son), how much have we taken that for granted? How often have I run off to my next big adventure in order to satisfy my craving for independence, all the while leaving Christ on the doorstep, with open arms, waiting for me to return?
