A hard pursuit
I know what it’s like for a dream to feel like
hunger.

My Lyft driver
did. Elysse, a young woman with long
brown hair and a quick smile, left a plum job in New York City to pursue her
dream of writing songs in Nashville. She
spoke of her pursuit – how she’s learning why there’s work in networking. Even in
a town where even the buildings look vaguely like guitars.
I respect her
courage. But I don’t envy her.
I remember the days when I was chasing after
the goal of publishing a children’s book. The desire lived with me. It drove me to take my portfolio to New York
City just hoping some art director would acquiesce to give me a few moments. Those were four difficult, humbling trips,
currying favor with the powers-that-be.
Looking back, I wonder
how I would feel if God hadn’t answered that heart’s prayer. None of the three small-press books were
successful, but they quenched my inner fire.
But what if it had never happened?
Would I still be pursuing it? And
would it have been worth the cost of all those years?
So I sit here,
listening to this singer and remembering the verse I read this morning: The
Lord will fulfill his purposes for me. (Psalm 138:8) What a relief it is to know that my life is
not simply the aggregate of my choices.
God has been at work, to will and to work for his good pleasure.
And he promises that
the things that he intended for me to do – and the person that he wanted me to
be – will not be simply his wishful thinking, not just the fruitless pursuit of
an elusive aspiration. Despite all the
wrong turns I may have taken, he will miraculously guide me to his intended destination.
That’s a dream worth
hungering for.
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