To Be Satisfied

Where do you go?

Where do you go for comfort and fulfillment? For satisfaction?

I have a list. A list of too many things that I run to for comfort, for that filled-up feeling. Busyness. Alone time. Coffee. A good movie. Approval from people. A perceived image of myself. Dannon. 

The problem is, my little list of things actually work for a moment. And they are not necessarily bad. And they are available and easy. 

But the bigger problem with my list is that it doesn't fill up for long. It doesn't soften my heart or renew my mind or give Kingdom perspective. It doesn't deepen Christ-like love or inspire eternal thinking. 

Moving into September, I have found myself agitated, restless, listless, sad. 

Is it the subtle transition in seasons? The string of gray, rainy days? The buzz of summer season quieting to the steady hum of fall? 

Maybe.

But mostly, it's a heart that was made for communion, a spirit that longs for the eternal, and a thirsty, thirsty soul. 

So, as the aspens are digging deep for their last drink and crowning the mountains with golden light, I will dig my roots deep into Jesus.

I will drink up His soul-satisfying life, and let the glow of His Kingdom warm this world-weary heart. 

And I may just throw in a cup of coffee for good measure. I just don't think He would mind.