This question has been rattling around in my brain for a few weeks. Am I truly desperate for God or am I letting the things I can see keep me from feeling that desperation? Life lived moment by moment in relationship with God is my goal. Do I? So often the stuff of life gets in the way. I pursue food or quilting or shopping to escape feeling what is in my heart and soul. If I am truly desperate for God, I would readily surrender all other distracted pursuits to the one most satisfying-running hard after God.
Is that possible? Have you been desperate for Him?