Today I walked back from a late night study session in the library. I was cold. It was raining. I was lonely.
I scurried into my dorm room, kicked off my sneakers and began to take off my make up. I saw my roommate reading her Bible in the quiet and suddenly (it’s always suddenly) I heard the voice of the Holy Spirit speak to my heart: “Sarah, why do you follow me?”
I was kind of taken aback. It had been weeks since I’d picked up a Bible. Longer since I’ve found fulfillment in Christ.
Lately, as I’ve discussed my anxiety and depression with people I’ve told them that curiosity saved me. I believe that if I hadn’t been so consumed with curiosity of happiness I wouldn’t have made it.
I think curiosity will save my relationship with Christ too. There must be an answer to the question, “Sarah, why do you follow me?” And I intend to find out.
Whoever said curiosity killed the cat is wrong. Curiosity saved the cat.