Who are we to gallivant through life, when God’s will calls us to hold stead fast in faith?
That question reverberates like a hymn in an empty sanctuary, quiet, piercing, and necessary. There’s something profoundly honest in wondering whether our restless pursuit of experience, ambition, and freedom ever edges too far from the anchoring depth of faith.
To “gallivant” implies a kind of carefree wandering, chasing moments or meaning, while faith often calls for rootedness, endurance, and trust in what we cannot always see. It’s the tension between movement and stillness, between doing and being. Maybe it’s not about choosing one over the other, but about letting our steps be led with purpose, not pride.
Perhaps life is less about rushing toward something and more about abiding within something. Within grace, within presence, within the steady compass of divine intention. The dance of life doesn’t lose its beauty when it’s choreographed by faith; it becomes even more profound.
The Wandering-Mind 