Searching

Strange how, in this world, all we do is search. From the time we're born to the time we die. We search for lost keys, directions, toys... the list is endless.

The whole searching thing starts when we're young. Whenever you lose or misplace anything, the first question anyone asks is "Where did you put it?". Then you start searching. Or when Mum leaves for work, and  you're still asleep, when you wake up the first question is "Where's mum?" Then you start searching. Or when you're hungry, and you can't find food. You start searching.

As you grow, the searching increases. And it intensifies. Who am I? Who are my friends? Why am I here? Where am I going?... Will it all end? How?

The strangest thing about searching is that as soon as you find the answer to one, another one pops up. Or the more you search, the more you get lost. It's like one strange maze of searching. Weird it is, it's like we're somewhat wired up to be constant searchers.

Or maybe God did make us to be constant searchers. Maybe he wired us to yearn to know, to realize, and to discover. He wired us to look around and make good use of our brain. Most of all, He wired us to search so we can search for and find Him. And drink deeply of all He has to offer. Our search-ability is so we can draw close to our Maker, and make Him more than a Maker, to make Him a friend.

So, if by any chance  you're searching, search for God. Once you find him, all the search in the world will be fulfilled with Him.