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Chasing after the wind.

Written last month, finished and posted today.

On some days, the things I enjoy, the goals I set, the dreams I have seem so meaningless.  Today was one of those days.  And I felt it most keenly in things I enjoy like calligraphy and writing.

So I started reading the beginning portions of Ecclesiastes.  There was something so strangely satisfying about calling out the emptiness and futility of our work.  There’s nothing new, nothing novel, nothing eternal under the sun.  And chasing after these things for their own end, or my own end, is chasing after the wind.  Or worse.

No wonder they leave me feeling empty.  No wonder my heart starts to sputter when I fuel off of these things.  I don’t pursue these for my fulfillment.  I pursue these for enjoyment under God’s grace.  I pursue these to use as means of worshiping Him.

Let not a wise woman boast in her wisdom.

Let not a mighty woman boast in her might.

Let not the rich woman boast in her riches.

Let not the designer boast in her designs.

Let not the artist boast in her artwork.

Let not the writer boast in her writing.

But let the one who boasts boast in this — that she understands and knows Me, that I am the LORD who practices steadfast love, justice, and righteousness in the earth. For in these things I delight, declares the LORD.

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