I want a lot of things.
I want a new bag. A plate of steaming pizza rolls. That amazing pair of leather boots from Urban with the fanned pleats on the back. A promising future and a paycheck to match. A chance to see Shaun. An evening of cupcakes and jellybeans and Friends with Morgan Moore.
I spend most of my time thinking about what I want, making efforts to secure these desires, and exploiting them once I’m satisfied.
Without fail, each and every time I get what I want, I only want more.
But you know this. Most of us are this way–it’s in our nature. We’re never satisfied.
But I’m so SICK of wanting. It’s disgusting, dirty, pathetic. It’s all a great chase.
I know that God offers me everything I want, everyday, in the relationship He offers me. And I know that all this crap I find to temporarily stave off all my desires is nothing compared to the eternity He wants me to have with Him. I know these wants are worldly. I know they’ll only make me unhappier.
But I can’t stop it.
I want to want.
