Keep Seeking

One morning at the pond, two teenage boys arrived with fishing poles. I watched them from my bench, scrambling up and down the bank on the far side, eagerly inspecting the water. Their sights were set on “Big Yellow”. They chanted his name as they searched. Now, I don’t think it is legal to fish for koi in that pond, but I had to admire their passion and consider the things I have sought after with such zeal.

I like silver cuff bracelets. Every year I go to a certain fine art show to see an artist who makes an array of gorgeous cuffs. The fair is lavish with paintings, weavings, pottery, handcrafted instruments, and blown glass, but my sights are set on her silver. I can see nothing else until I visit her booth.  I know the thrill of the hunt but fishing and shopping are small things, yielding small rewards. Seeking God is all. There is no end to the bounty found in Him.

My grandfather spent his life studying God’s word and he loved to tell me of his love for it. The Bible is a good book, he’d say with a smile—emphasis on good.  So I read and I seek. I find Him, He loves me, I love Him. I find Him again, I love Him. He loves me more.

And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him. Hebrews 11:6