While my heart tends to wander…

While my heart tends to wander, Jesus always finds me.

I’m a thief.  I’m also a Facebook freak.  I love to look at random people’s pages and see what they have written about themselves and look at their photos.  People I don’t know, but who know someone I do know.  Thereby, there’s a connection, of sorts.  That’s where I came across this statement.  It was this person’s religious view.  And it was so true, so to the point and so real, I had to steal it.  And, of course, since I don’t know the person, it didn’t seem appropriate to attribute.  So I’m a thief.  Hopefully, God understands why I had to do it and forgives.  I’m sure He does since it applies so forcefully.

My heart does tend to wander.  As does my attention.  (Yes, I’m the person who stopped emptying the dishwasher to go clean the mailbox.   The same one who pulled down the attic stairs on my head because I was watching something in the street.)  But back to the wandering.  I have all the good intentions in the world.  I come out of church every Sunday full of plans for the week, the month, my life.  They disappear like vapor after lunch.  Oh, I remember them and regret.  Sometimes I make lists because I like to cross things off.  All too often they just get transferred to other lists.

Lucky for me, Jesus does always find me.  And I try again.  And I get one thing, maybe two, done -- things that are for Him, things for someone’s benefit.  It keeps me going.

Thank you, Jesus.