Pursuit.
I believe there is something innate in all women. This thing is a desire to be pursued. I think we all want to be desired and followed after. Someone taking an interest in us gives validation, courage, confidence, and a feeling that we are loved.
I know that the greatest way this presents itself is through a romantic pursuit. Each woman wants a man to view her as the object of his affection and pursuit. It’s exciting and flattering. (It’s even better when the woman is interested in that man). Women want to be seen as far better than any of the others things that her man could be pursuing. Not objectified, but elevated above material things and selfish pursuits.
I don’t think that’s the only form it takes though. Lately I have felt like I am the pursuer and I am tired. I am the one that takes care of work. I am the one that asks people how they are. I am the one that sets up “coffee dates” with friends. I am the one that does. I don’t think that all my relationships are one-sided, but I know that people desiring to spend time with me and write notes to me are two of the biggest ways that I feel loved. Lately that has not been the case. I feel like I keep pouring out and I don’t have much more to pour.
But I was reminded that I am pursued. I am loved beyond all measure. I am seen as the object of someone’s affection. I am a child of the King. My Lord loves me more than I can fathom and He waits for me. He pursues my heart and fulfills that longing that I feel. I am the one who ignores Him. I am the one that avoids intimacy with Him. I am acting as though I don’t value the pursuit and that I don’t care how much He loves me.
Why am I so focused on my own pursuits that I push out the one who pursues me?
