Last night, my husband, who understands me more than I sometimes give him credit for, looked and me and said, “You, my love, have a wandering heart.” It’s true. My attention and affections are all over the place. I am rarely settled. Rarely content. Always longing after something. He knows this about me. And, in the midst of my wandering, he pursues me relentlessly.
Today I heard this song, for maybe the first time, and it struck a chord. Because I am a hopeless wanderer, and I need him to hold me fast.
But hold me fast, Hold me fast
Cuz I’m a hopeless wanderer
And hold me fast, Hold me fast
Cuz I’m a hopeless wanderer
And I will learn, I will learn to love the skies I’m under
And I will learn, I will learn to love the skies I’m under
The skies I’m under
