I keep getting a whiff of something great. It's just enough to keep me going, keep me searching, keep me hoping.
It's the nights spent in sweet fellowship with girlfriends. A stimulating conversation with a stranger. The warmth and comfort of your loved one's arms. A Sunday afternoon drive with a very young old soul.
Let's be honest: I'm chasing something I'm never going to find or fulfill- not completely. And that is part of the tragic beauty of it all. Yet, I refuse to believe God is a cruel, irony-laden tease. It's just not so.
We're made to seek out something more, and we're made to work passionately to improve the fascinating yet fallen world around us. It's called pressing toward the mark.
We won't be able to fully experience that high we're craving in a sustainable way this side of new heavens and a new Earth. But I'm convinced that the more time we spend wth the Creator of all things good, the more we can taste and see here. And it's well worth the investment.
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