I love a pretty word, love the way it prompts pursuit.
Draws me to be hopeful it’ll fit just right, my emotion and understanding.
Love the way it awakens me, a word saying “Carry on, continue, you’re not too far gone.”
I found myself drawn to confirm my understanding, the word “ardent”, I felt descriptive of someone committed, zealous, passionate even in their effort to be near, be in relationship with another.
The book I read in the mornings is made of quotes and verses and very often, I must pause to understand the linguistic disconnect.
I’m not sure I’d ever heard it, that God was an ardent pursuer of me, a sort of suitor refusing to accept my rebuff.
Lord knows, back in the day, the nice guys I cast aside, rarely did they continue their pursuit, lost interest, lost cause.
Today, I couldn’t quite believe with my whole heart. I teetered between the why and His will. I wondered if others tired of wanting to understand but, being unable to believe.
Someone stopped by and her whole face was smiling. Another stopped by and she cried, I cried with her.
Another called and I apologized before I ever began, I’m sorry I’m pitiful today. She told me she’d woken the same way.
I sat in my car and she prayed I’d know his nearness, that I’d remember my strength because of a God who pursues and protects me. She prayed there’d be a break in my heavy load and that the big things looming would have His hand on me.
And it wasn’t all of a sudden, like a gathering of hallelujah singers all around, it was a gradual sense of God’s presence.
A calming factor, a sense of hope and an affirmative reminder that I believe.
The to do pad on the fridge, blank until today. Home from long day, I decide on a bike ride. The slight cooling down of evening air on my face, I pedaled strong and determined and never let up, careening around the curve and back through my yard. I hop off my bike and back inside, realize the day is different.
It’s dusk and it’s evening and there’s chili simmering on the stove.
I reach for the fridge and my note to self from early morning.
Now, I know you know I didn’t, haven’t seen God. But, he pursued me today and followed me and happened to have people see me, hear me, listen, smile, cry and pray.
And they were intentional. They were wholehearted and enthusiastic. They were passionate in their pursuit of my heart as I was of theirs and we were mutually ardent in our compassionate responses.
Goodness and mercy found me today. It seems it was not without effort because sometimes I look and don’t find and I grow weary and worn, wilted, drained and deplete.
But, He never lets go His ardent pursuit.
“Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the Lord forever.”
Psalms 23:6 NLT
Ardent, a word descriptive of a committed and fervent one. One who never gives up.
A quote from my little morning book from the Rev. John Tauler, born 1290 and deceased in 1361, 71 years of understanding of God’s pursuit:
For God is right diligent to be with us at all seasons, and to teach us, that He may bring us to Himself, when we are like to go astray.
None of us ever desired anything more ardently than God desires to bring men to the knowledge of Himself. J. Tauler
Oh my goodness, knowledge so very close to being too wonderful to know.
To know that I am known by God.
Wonderful to know.