We so often are distracted by any number of other things in this world; or we are afraid that in giving ourselves to God we will lose ourselves or be called to some purpose we will not be able (or aren't sure we want) to accomplish. We hide from God and ignore the cord He ties around us, a cord to keep us safe, to draw us closer to Him, and the end of which He never lets go.
(There's an old poem, The Hound of Heaven: http://www.umilta.net/hound.html)
"'Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,
Save Me, save only Me?
All which I took from thee I did but take,
Not for thy harms,
But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.
All which thy child's mistake
Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:
Rise, clasp My hand, and come!'"
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