I seek life in wildness, excitement and rebellion, in everything that shimmers and shines. I seek life in things that will provide temporary escape but ultimately destroy it completely. I come home to work, rather than to live. I spend too much of myself in His fields and too little at His feet. I mistakenly believe that I––and perhaps we––need to earn what I already have, robbing God of what He truly wants but will not forcefully take: my presence, my heart.
