Sometimes there is a constant restlessness that stirs within our hearts. An indescribable longing for "something". C. S. Lewis described this as "that unnameable something, desire for which pierces us like a rapier at the smell of bonfire, the sound of wild ducks flying overhead.." (From the Preface to Pilgrim's Regress)
The things of this world for which we think we yearn do not satisfy that yearning deep within. And so we search for that which we long for, not even knowing for what we seek.
There is a siren call from heaven's shore that pierces through the mundane moments of life when least expected. It reminds us that this world is not our home; we are pilgrims walking through.
St. Augustine wrote:
“Thou hast made us for thyself, Oh Lord, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you.”
It is only He who can satisfy that restless longing within our soul.