Searching

It seems that im always looking for something. When I'm doing something I'm searching for meaning. When I'm with someone I'm searching for apporval. Rather than the overstated question, 'what am I searching for' I pose this...'Why am I searching' For I know that all I need is found in the person of Jesus Christ. Yet here I find myself so concerned so worried that I will never find the 'right' thing I will never find where I am meant to be. I would go as far as to say my search for meaning has consumed who I am completely.
The Truth I'm now beginning to realise is this. To find the meaning, to find the peace, we need simply to stop looking.
In one way we listen so hard we cannot hear. Focus so tight we cannot see. When God is standing with open arms right next to us we are constantly looking for him in the opposite direction. We work and work and find no fruit. We walk and walk and never get where we are going. Have you, have I, have we ever stopped to wonder, 'maybe this is the wrong direction'? Have you and I been thinking one thing while God is desiring another? I know that I have and I end up simply frusturating myseslf. Then I run quickly from the hands of my God, blaming him all the way.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop trying and start falling into the arms of the one who loves you.
No matter how far you run. He is always one step away.