There’s something about the old songs that rise up unbidden, like treasures hidden deep in the soil of our souls. This morning, my heart hummed an old refrain:

🎶 *“*My soul followeth hard after Thee

Early in the morning I will rise up and seek Thee

And because Thou hast been my help

Under the shadow of Your wings

Will I rejoice…”

It is the cry of a heart that refuses to be distracted, a spirit determined to cling to the One who gives life.

David once penned those very words:

That picture of following hard after Him feels like a dance of longing and trust. We don’t pursue Him casually. We run after Him as though our very breath depends on it, because it does. His presence is not an accessory to our lives — it is the essence of life itself.

This morning’s whispered melody reminds me that even when I am weary, He holds me steady. My grip may falter, but His right hand never lets go.

🙌Prayer

Lord Jesus, keep my heart soft and my feet swift to follow You. When the world distracts me, draw me back with Your steadfast love. Let my pursuit of You be marked by holy longing, not duty, and may my soul cling ever tighter to Your presence. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

🌸 Always remember, you are seen, cherished, and carried. May your soul rest today in the safety of His upholding hand.