One of my very favorite hymns (if not my very favorite), is Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing. The tune is beautiful and the words hit me where I live. Especially:

“…let that grace now like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God, I love…”

I’m also “prone to wander.” It’s restlessness…selfishness…immaturity.

I’m not a runner–I don’t run away from things in my life. Physically, geographically, when facing problem, I’m pretty steady. This wandering? It happens in my heart. I’m like the author of the song–I’m prone to wander…prone to leave the God I love.”

The God I have followed on so many amazing, miraculous, adventurous paths…

The God who has blessed me beyond measure with love and friends and comforts…

The God who has called me and kept me…

The God who loves me even though I’m so very often unloveable…

I’m grateful that God finds me even in my wandering. Even when I’m the one who is heading everywhere but on the path God has called me to follow. This holy season is a time that I am reminded of my wandering heart and a time when I’m called from restlessness and distraction and back into the footsteps of the one who is leading me, despite my best efforts to take the long way.

Sufjan Stevens sings one of my very favorite versions of Come Thou Fount: