Since I am on the road today, I selected a post from the archives, enjoy!
Wish I had written this….
We thirst for something far greater than this world can satisfy. So we are always disappointed. Always. But disappointment is itself a gift. Disappointment drives our search for life. We go from one false promise to another, gobbling up things and people in great gulps only to find them go tasteless too soon. And that is the secret of contentment.
It’s when we discover that enough will never be enough that we can finally stop kicking and scratching our way through life, put it all down, and let God be the point of the compass for us. Then we are ready to link arms with the rest of the human race as partners in the great enterprise of life. Then we realize not only the insufficiency of the other on whom we have put the burden of our emotional satisfaction, but of ourselves as well. Because neither we nor they are God, we can finally be gentle with one another.
From Called to Question: A Spiritual Memoir by Joan Chittister (Sheed & Ward, 2004).
“You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in you.” Augustine