Yearning Restlessly
I have a
random question.
Am I the
only one who wants…
Something.
Something indescribable,
but so real.
Who finds
themselves…
Yearning
for…
Something …
Something you
can’t even explain.
Who feels
restless.
I sound crazy…
But I am
restless.
Hungry for
adventure.
Wanting to
see more of God’s creation.
Yearning for
new faces,
Strange
places,
Wide open
spaces.
The smell of
spices sold in open market.
The hot African
wind blowing in my hair.
The sound of
strange languages.
Just… more
new things.
A beating in
my heart I can’t even explain.
A swirling rhythm.
A hunger.
A Longing.
This
adventure was fun.
But how
about the next one?
Can I have
another adventure?
Please?
To walk down
a wet street in London…
To dance in
a field with fuzzy white sheep…
To look up
and see a grand cathedral.
To run in a
vast dessert.
My heart
years for that.
To preach
the name of Jesus…
To every tongue,
tribe and nation.
So much
of me longs for that.
Please?
I realize that
I can’t be the same.
Now, there
is no way I can ever go back.
So why not
just continue forward.
Why not just
preach that name to everyone.
Not only
here—people here know the name of Jesus,
But what
about those who can’t.
What about
those people…
What about those
who can’t.
What about
those who have never heard the name of Jesus?
What about those
who are persecuted for what they believe?
What about
them?
What if…
What if me
and this strange yearning for adventure…
What if we
could change that?
What if…
I’m so tired
of just…
Dreaming.
I want to go
do.
I want to
go.
~Rachel Joy