I just don’t get it. I seriously do not understand how I spent most of my life searching for satisfaction in life by chasing after the wrong things. I am dumbfounded that I finally found fulfillment in the same place that I first saw it as a toddler, not much more than a year old, at an altar in a church.
Like some people, I went looking for the wrong things in the wrong places. I thought I was searching for myself. I mean that’s what kids in the sixties and seventies told ourselves. “I’m searching for meaning in life.” “I’m trying to find myself.” “Wow, man. Someday, I’ll figure out who I really am.”
It took me five decades, hitting bottom several times, financial tragedy, nearly losing my family, bodily injury, and three bouts with cancer. In the end, I wound up back where I started when my mother took me to the front of the church and dedicated me to Christ. When I found Jesus, I found myself.
Are you still looking for satisfaction in life?
The fear of the Lord leads to life,
And he who has it will abide in satisfaction;
Proverbs 19: 23a
Fear Not, for there is satisfaction in Jesus Christ.