"How do you keep the farmboy on the farm now that he's seen Paris?"

I cannot find the exact reference, but I remember this quote, paraphrased, regarding US servicemen returning home to middle America following World War 2. It came to my mind as I was listening to Sara Groves' "Painting Pictures of Eygpt". It will probably always be a mystery to me how we, as humans, and myself included, can so easily be satisfied returning to a worldly, empty, dreary existience after we have experienced the amazing love, incredible grace, and unbelievable presence of God. How I long to always have a wanderlust to follow after God. How I wish that my feet of stone would never find root in the shifting sands.

I was made for Glory, I was built to last.
God formed this feet to walk golden streets
When this hard life has past.
Say "He's doing well on the other side" if anybody asks
'Cuz I was made for Glory, I was built to last.
- Lost Dogs, from the album Scenic Routes