This week it's been those opening word of Psalm 42; 'Like as the hart seeketh after the water brooks, so longs my soul after thee, O God... ' chanted by a cathedral choir. Like all earworms, it's insistent, coming back at unlooked for times when my brain or soul or heart is not otherwise engaged.
Yes, it exposes a truth, that at heart I am a seeker after God. An amateur, admittedly, who gives up all too easily, who keeps trying new paths,- if it were projected on a screen, it would look like an irregular wave with troughs and peaks, and probably large sections flatlining.
But it also brings to mind that age-old truth about God's quenching only causes us to thirst the more after him. Another way of putting it ; that other age-old truth, our choices capture us. They set us on a path, and this one, seeking God, inches us nearer. Perhaps micro-millimetres us nearer, in my case. With cul-de sacs, turn-backs, rest periods on the way.
Still, it says a lot about God as the persistent lover of my soul, that the thirst for him reappears. Like an earworm, that constantly needs expression, action, intention, surrender.
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