God is always with me. He always sees me, guards me, and cares for me.
He’s with me.
But my heart strays away from Him. And I don’t realize it until I’m standing in chapel, and we’re singing praise to Him, and everything begins to slip into place once more.
Hundreds of voices, my classmates and professors, are singing all around me, and I’m singing, too. And my heart jumps a little bit, because I had forgotten what it’s like to feel so safe, so secure, so right with Him, and in Him.
And we sing another song, and then there is a prayer. And I close my eyes, my head low before Him. And as we come before God through prayer, a voice speaks in my heart.
Come back here.
Come back to where you are safe, to where there is comfort and peace and joy and where right is clear and bright and true. Come back to where Jesus meant for your heart to be, close to Him. Come back to what is important, what is beautiful, what is love.
Come back to me, God says. Stop running, stop spinning, stop worrying. Be here with me.
And I am so thankful.
Because I wander so very far away. I forget Him accidentally, deny His will defiantly, and become oh so confused in the process.
I need Him, and He knows that. He created me, created you, to need Him. And He doesn’t leave us hanging either. He provides for us, draws us near, calls us to Him.
Calls us to come back to Him.