As a girl, I would often search the early night sky for that first star’s light, chanting to myself the familiar refrain: “Star light, star bright / First star I see tonight / I wish I may / I wish I might / Have the wish I wish tonight.” While I can’t recall what childish dreams I sought so fervently, I well remember the secret hope that maybe, just maybe they might come true. I was smart enough to know that no star granted wishes; at the same time I was hopeful enough that perhaps I just might have the wish I wished if I wished it sincerely.
I’m older now (news flash, there) and while I no longer wish upon a star I do occasionally indulge in the hope that “I wish I may, I wish I might…”
I wish…I were more organized.
I wish…I enjoyed cleaning house.
I wish…for one day with nothing to do and nowhere to be.
I wish…I had a new pair of boots.
I wish…I could figure out how to do it “all” with ease and excellence.
I wish…my children would ________ .
I wish…I were funner and funnier.
I wish…I had a best girlfriend.
I wish…my house looked like the Pottery Barn catalog.
I wish…I were a better communicator/Bible teacher.
I wish…I were confident and bold instead of weak and insecure.
These are all longings I’ve expressed at various points in my journey; it’s an illustrative list and by no means exhaustive. Some are real regret; most are mere reflections of my discontent and my desire for the proverbial greener grass.
Just this morning I was indulging in a few “I wish I may, I wish I might” yearnings and the thought occurred to me: then what? If all my wishes came true and I got whatever I think I need and want–then what? Would I then be happy forever and forever amen? Satisfied and fulfilled for the rest of my days?
No, I wouldn’t (though there is that small part of me that would sure like to try). You know it as well as I do: one wish inevitably gives way to another. We are never content, no matter what it is we wishing for. I am never satisfied. There was a time I wished for a new sofa only to then wish for a rug and curtains. I wished for the new sofa, I got it and then what? I wished for something else. And on and on it goes…
Wishing after the things of this world is a silly, disappointing venture, a vicious cycle of discontent and desire. When will I learn? What if I were to instead seek satisfaction in Christ and Him alone–then what? His Word promises I would never be disappointed; instead, by His grace He would reveal to me the breadth and length and height and depth of His love, this love that surpasses knowledge, even as He fills me with all the fullness of God. Who needs mere wishes? This is my hope, my confidence and my assurance–Christ alone! He is able to save and to satisfy! Nothing compares to Him!