I’ve come to realize that the worst search I’ve ever been on has been the one to find myself. I have traveled a bit, searching for an adventure; I have searched for God and, praise Him, have found Him. But the worst has been when I thought that I needed to “find” myself. Was I lost? Or had I traveled away from who I really was down a path of insecurity and distractions? Pushed further out and away from the source of my confidence by the world and its damning images, pleasures, and beliefs. Closer in and further up I want to be, at my Lord’s feet asking what He wants of me.