Restless Hearts and Eternal Longing
I’ve been caught up in those words from St Augustine—our hearts are restless until they rest in thee.
I’ve felt so. dang. restless. It’s like my heart doesn’t know where to settle. I keep wondering—what’s next? How can I love the Lord better? Where’s my future hubby at? Will I be a mom one day? Love what I’m doing, but is there more?
Oh the thoughts of a twenty something.
Take it slow! They say.
When you least expect it, sweetie!
But do you know this restlessness? Did you feel it too? Because it’s like something is stirring up inside of me and it just doesn’t know where to land. Mixed with a desire to make His will and mine into one.
I was sitting with Jesus in adoration, praying with Hebrews 11. It talks about the faithfulness of Abraham, Moses, and all the holy women with them. And one line says—Sarah conceived, because she considered him faithful who had promised.
To the heart. Do I have faith like that?
And then I was wrestling, trying to think of all the ways that God has been faithful to me as of late.
I felt Him say—you have an eternal longing for an infinite love.
And I took a deep breath. No wonder nothing satisfies.
Y’all we have an ETERNAL LONGING. It never runs out. We are always always always going to ache.
And the longing points us toward the INFINITE LOVE. And there’s only one infinite love: the Lord. He is love. The only infinite lover.
I want heaven so bad! Because my eternal longing will be all caught up in the gaze of infinite love and Jesus and I will be all like 😍🥰🤩. And it’ll be sooooo sweet and holy and beautiful and everything we’ve ever longed for will be intensified and satisfied at the same time. Isn’t that marvelous, miraculous?
But for now, I’m a sojourner. Seeing dimly but knowing one day I’ll see in full.
And it’s okay, in fact it is actually so good, that my heart is so restless. Because if it wasn’t it would mean that I was letting something else satisfy me.
To restless hearts and full oil jars—let’s wait with vigilance. Homeward bound. Lean in, let yourself ache for more, more, more. All of it points to Him.
& happy feast of Peter and Paul. Man, did they let that restlessness lead them home.