I spent years chasing things I thought would satisfy me— success, approval, control, and even perfection. As a young ballerina, I chased people's applause and the security of plans, although they often seemed just out of reach. Every step I took felt urgent but not always meaningful. I was running hard after my dreams of stardom and adoration, but they usually seemed far ahead.
Then, something shifted. Not all at once, but gradually, like a sunrise that starts in darkness. I began to realize I wasn’t the only one chasing. There was a quiet presence behind me—not demanding, but patient. A grace that didn’t rush, didn’t force, but waited. I didn’t recognize it at first. I thought the emptiness I felt was just a sign to run harder. I thought maybe I just needed to work more, but it was the space being made for something better.
I had been chasing what I thought I needed while being chased by the One who knew what I truly needed—Him.
Psalm 23 says, “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.” I used to think “follow” just meant tagging along. But the original Hebrew word—radaph—means to pursue, even to chase. God isn’t casually walking behind me. He’s pursuing me with love, purpose, and an invitation to stop running and simply rest in Him. I still chase things, but the difference is why and how. I chase God not out of fear of missing out but because I’ve tasted His goodness and want more. And I know—no matter how far I run, His love will continuously pursue me farther.
Pray with me: “Lord, help me to keep my eyes on You and chase after You only. Though many things compete for my attention, You are the One I always want to follow. In Jesus’ mighty Name, Amen.”