Restless

e704b71aa06c61f67f90520eef2be58aAs I sit looking around the basement that we call home, my heart grows anxious.

As I watch my kids growing older, and the days turning into months, my heart grows restless.

As I look upon the world and what it has to offer, I am left wanting more.

There is a restlessness inside.

A desire for more.

A restlessness that can only be satisfied with Christ.

Most of us seek to fill this void with stuff, with jobs, with food, with pleasures.

Yet, at the end of the day, when all the glamor is past, we still feel restless.

The truth is, God made us this way.

For a reason.

He filled our hearts with a void so that after we tried filling it with everything else, we’d realize that it is only through Christ, this void can be filled.

Even as Christians, there is a void.

We believe Christ, we seek to live the Christian life.

Yet still there is a restlessness.

For God isn’t satisfied being what we do on Sundays.

He is to be our everything!

And when He becomes our everything, then no matter our situation, no matter our season of life.

Our hearts have peace.

Augustine once said, “You have made us for yourself O Lord and our hearts are restless until they find rest in you.”

Are we satisfied in Christ.

Is He enough?

For if the answer to either question is no, we will be restless.

We will seek any and all things to calm this restless Spirit.

While all the while, Jesus is looking on, waiting for us to realize He is EVERYTHING.

And He cries out, “Come all who are burned and heavy laden and I will give you rest (Mathew 11).”

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