Psalm 84.5
How blessed it the man whose strength is in you and whose heart is set on pilgrimage.
It reminds me that I am blessed as long as my heart is kindled by the fires of heaven and not by the small flame of this world.
I am not such a good pilgrim. At least, not as good as I’d like to be. My heart is prone to wandering and my head is apt to meander. Still my steady desire is to learn to desire Christ. This is something I’ve almost been trained to do, desire Christ – It’s my new nature kicking in. I always want to spend time with Him, dwell on his words and meditate on the things of His heart, but I do not steadily pursue the knowledge of Him. He is neither my daily substance, nor my food. Not in the way I want Him to be.
So, I am a pilgrim, weary and vagabond at times, lost and hungry almost always. Seeking the new land, the new nature, the new spring and finding a good many brick walls. But I am still a pilgrim, so long as my eyes are set on seeking and finding; so long as my feet continue to trod; so long as my strength is in Someone besides myself. So long as my strength is Christ, I am victorious.
