All my young life I’ve been searching for something. Consistently unsatisfied with the things I approach; with the direction they are going–they never last; they never have absolute value; they never have true honor; they never have lasting glory; they always die.
I want to be in something eternal, but I don’t trust it. So I hold on… to save myself.
“Therefore do not cast away your confidence, which has great reward. For you have need of endurance, so that after you have done the will of God, you may receive the promise:
‘For yet a little while,
And he who is coming will come and not tarry.
Now the just shall live by faith;
But if anyone draws back,
My soul has no pleasure in him.’ ” -to the Hebrews
The cure of this restless heart lies in the confidence of it’s confession.
Do I trust this God? I do not understand Him, how can I endure His will?
Do I believe the words of His son? Do I know Him?
I must.
