The Endless Chase

Have you ever felt like you’re in an endless chase? Like you’re constantly moving, constantly planning, constantly trying to get somewhere, but somehow still going in circles. I felt that way over the weekend. I caught myself chasing to make ends meet. Looking for ways to provide for myself. Sorting solutions in my own so-called wisdom. Planning the next big thing. Moving from a place of worry instead of trust, and then I paused and asked myself a question that slowed me down:

If I had everything I keep striving for (enough money, enough security, enough comfort) what would I actually do with the rest of my life?

The answer came easily. I probably would write every day. I would help people solve their puzzles. I would spread joy. So why have I been staring at fleeting things with so much longing, as though I hadn’t already learnt who my Provider is?

I’ve been talking to God about how terrified I am of my own heart. Terrified of the things I want. The desires I carry. The thoughts that pass through my mind. The motives behind what I chase, and even as I write this, the same prayer sits heavy on my chest. I do not want to live the rest of my life doing what I was not sent to do. I do not want to waste my days.

Why was I in such a hurry to move fast? Because everyone else seemed to be? What’s almost funny is that what I have right now, I spent most of 2025 praying for. And yet, barely two months in, it suddenly feels like it’s not enough. I want more. I’m already looking ahead. Already stretching my hands again, and I keep wondering , when does this endless chase stop?

We have an endless hole inside us, and nothing truly fills it except doing what we were born to do. Anything else leaves us collecting things while walking the earth feeling empty, insatiable, and constantly wanting more. So I asked myself again, If I had all the fleeting things I desire, what is the one thing I would still commit to radically? I have my answer.

Not because this season forced it out of me, but because I asked the question of my existence long before now. Somewhere along the way, I got distracted. I started chasing vanities. I started trying to be my own Jireh. So every now and then, when I catch myself chasing the wind or performing for outcomes, I return to the basics. I go back to why I am here.

If you don’t yet have an answer to why you exist, you already know who to ask- The Architect. If He made you (and He did), then your life came with a purpose. And who better to ask for the manual than the Manufacturer Himself? He has the answers you need and He’s more than willing to show you. You don’t have to spend your life chasing and living like the multitude.

Be still, and live the life you were called to live.

With Love,
Viva💕