By Emily S. Davis
Guest Contributor
It’s not that I meant to wander. It’s not that I purposefully determined in my heart to stray from my first love. It was the sinking revelation that I had made the Lord familiar, commonplace. When had His name stopped being so very precious to me? When had things that once moved me suddenly fail to move me anymore? When had that passion for Him become an unrecognizable flicker?
Over time.
Slowly, without purposed intention and devotion and priority to fuel the once passionate heart of mine, my soul slowly withered, and Jesus became a familiar aspect of my life, commonplace and taken for granted, when He is anything but common.
Tricked by life’s busyness and Satan’s cunning patience to slowly lead me away, I didn’t recognize myself as a wanderer until I reflected and realized I had strayed from my first love. This wanderer stood in her pit—with a name that no longer seemed precious, with a hardened heart that wasn’t so easily moved, and a passion in crisis.
The book of Hosea also describes the story of a nation’s wandering status. The people of Israel were God’s own people, and He had not just become familiar to them—they decided He wasn’t enough for them.…
