I run to you
Sometimes, when life beats up on us and it seems that we've done just about all we can do— if you are anything like me, you run.
I run in my actions, my heart and my attitude. Never physical. Sometimes the only one who knows that I am running is me and my Lord.
I don't run right away. I can go several months trying, praying, even a few years. I will try and give it a go. But when I've reached that point and see where I'm doing and going through the same thing day in and day out, with no glimpse of an end. I run.
But I run away from you Lord. Myself tells me, "I think I can probably do this better. Surely I will do it differently."
But after months, sometimes years of getting beaten down—being on the outside of your will. I come to realize in the sickness of my sinful heart that there is no better place to be then with you. Even if being with you means that I must walk the barren field dessert inside of your will, if being in the desert means I will be with You.
So what do I do, when I've done all that I can do on my own. I realize what I've always known and realized. I need you.
So I run.
I run to You Lord. I run to You because with You I know I am forgiven. And with You I know that I am understood. And more than anything else come hell or high water, with You Lord, I know that I am loved.
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