I'm happiest when I'm wandering, especially somewhere new. While at Amelia Island last week, I spent some time at Fort Clinch climbing walls and considering how fun it would be to own a cannon.
I thought about the line from the hymn, "Prone to wander, Lord I feel it," and couldn't help but think, "not really." Oh, I know what Robert Robinson meant and I echo his sentiments. I don't want to be wandering from the Lord, either.
But, I have to believe it's possible to wander to the Lord. A different book, a new idea, experiencing a new tradition, finding him to be faithful and showing up when we aren't looking all draw us to him.
I stumble in the darkness, but I wander toward the light. "I am the light of the world." Even in a tiny rundown fort never used in battle, he shines. Historical settings make it easier for me to worship the ageless one. "I was. I am. I am to come"
So, I won't pray for a heart that doesn't wander. Some of my best spiritual discoveries have come from forks in the road. My best God moments have been in an unknown place, wandering a road less traveled with people who have different ideas. I will pray that all my wanderings bring me closer to Home and closer to Him.